Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you stand the house
Right the one with the gate

I'm walk over there and knock on his door

Nigga this is the party
Nigga we got tests back
You hoe

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Walk up to your
Knock on your
And your ass off

(Juicy J)
Late last lyin' in the bed
red
Thinkin' should I get these
should get these hoes
Thinkin' should I but head
Should a nigga a hit
Or grab my pistol and take care my business
they don't know who they fuckin' with
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my
Fruck rhymes
This is real not a track
Camouflage in the dark for the ones who act
The on my left side
The side I'm God
Why do niggas shit
Never to stick together
Murder in the streets
Make you fools feel
So I walk in a pace
Thinkin' of a case to get a bitch
to your fuckin' face
This an't no nigga
My finger is on the
time is runnin' out
My say I gotta get em'
Is there a way a nigga can escapre from hell
I fuck em' up with the buckshell

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(Gangsta Boo)
Once I step up to door
I'm lettin' all you know
Point blank to your skull
No in me hoe
Once I get that
plan in my head is to get richer
Sittin' back motzerella cheese
That's the
What's up, do you come
And compete against this
This lady stayin'
I'm bout' crazy
like the NAZI
Kickin' in the doors for your
Never hesitate
Stay about my profits
I don't give a fuck
What you sayin' the police
They really know me
All them is Jane Doe
to your soon
So beware of this shit
Enough has said
Got you scared so I'm endin'

(Koopsta Knicca)
See I done built me a two house up on a rock
I done slept in the
And my clothes since a clock get my pocket full
Bitch, my head and sense
I got whole wide world in my hand
Spin that ten as a trill
for that bill
Hard to motherfucker
mentally ill
Still (??) in my face and bitch best not say
I'm yelling quick, quick, quick, quick, quick,
Quick, quick , quick all my power
Stayin' bitch dip into a crystal rub
That tough I've seen his face, face thinkin' nigga
for he wishes than just vanity
In my pit with the deadlock on and I'm peekin' now
Them niggas bustin' all over the ceilin'

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(Lord Infamous)
Checkin' us out while tap on the
them down hit the floor
Innocent victims are shuttin' door
Leavin' all drippin' in war
Run in the hallways look in the
Soakin' away them pools
Check for the posse they hidden up poped
With a pillow case uder tools
Will it be a bulet their ear
Don' want no
No tears, telephone
I out that wall
No one could stop all the in here
From the five foot five slut doggin' man
Enchanted door kickin' nigga
Lord Infamous
Nigas I knowledge do not
the ultimate to you into trouble
With kula serious draggin' dead bodies in back of my grey
on the way to send her many
With a bombing in a

(DJ Paul)
I can't stop
I keep on my gun
I can't be seein' stopa
Till I fill and I
I ain't no sitcom
YOur com
Fool being
on my face
So no identityl seein'
Your me and a
Six double double six ya bein'
Face to with the forty bitch
One (??) a fast comes tryin' to scare to the hoe
Forty four in the middle being life sayin'
I'ma let this Ruga go
It ain't no dead
Cause they don't but plenty hate
When I at you hoe
I'ma take mask up off my face
We ain't gonna ring the door
a couple of knocks
who it be your presence
Fuckin' heart gonna stop
Cause we

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