Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you the third house
Right beside the one the gate

I'm gonna over there and knock on his door

Nigga is the heaven party
Nigga we got your back
You hoe

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Walk up to house
Knock on door
And your ass off

(Juicy J)
Late last night in the bed
red
Thinkin' I get these hoes
should get these hoes
Thinkin' should I but head
Should a plan a hit
Or my pistol grip and take care my business
Cause they don't who they fuckin' with
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I he got my back
Fruck rhymes
This is real not a track
in the dark for the ones who act hard
The on my left side
The side I'm God
Why do niggas talk
Never to stick together
in the city streets
Make you fools better
So I just in a pace
Thinkin' of a case to get a bitch
Chrome to fuckin' face
This an't no game
My finger is on the
Your is runnin' out
My conscious say I get em'
Is a way that a nigga can escapre from hell
I fuck em' up with the mosberg

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(Gangsta Boo)
Once I step up to your
I'm lettin' all you bitches
blank range to your skull
No in me hoe
Once I get that
That plan in my is to get richer
Sittin' back motzerella cheese
the picture
What's up, do you wanna
And compete against this
This lady stayin'
I'm bout' crazy
like the NAZI
Kickin' in the doors for your
ever hesitate
Stay about my bitch
I don't a fuck about
What you sayin' the know
They don't really me
All them folk is Doe
to your soon
So beware of this gangsta
Enough has been
Got you scared so I'm endin'

(Koopsta Knicca)
See I built me a two story house up on a rock
I done in the dark
And my clothes since a get my pocket full nalvy
Bitch, count my head and
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 best not say shit
I'm yelling quick, quick, quick, quick, quick,
Quick, quick , quick hold all my
Stayin' blastin' dip into a crystal rub
That tough I've seen his face, face thinkin' nigga
Fest for he than just vanity
In my pit with the on bitch and I'm peekin' now
niggas bustin' all over the whole ceilin'

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(Lord Infamous)
Checkin' us out while tap on the
Kickin' down hit the floor
victims are shuttin' their door
Leavin' all drippin' in war
Run in the look in the room
Soakin' away bloody pools
for the posse they hidden up there poped
With a case uder their tools
Will it be a bulet behind ear
Don' no moaning
No tears, cords
I took out that
No one could stop all the terror in
From the five five slut doggin' alcoholic man
Enchanted door kickin' evil
Named Infamous
Nigas what I do not
recognize the ultimate to you trouble
With kona kula draggin' dead bodies in back of my grey
Chevrolet on the way to her many
With a in a bouqet

(DJ Paul)
I can't stop
I on loading 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 they
enemies me and a
Six double six bitch ya bein'
Face to with the forty bitch
One (??) a fast comes tryin' to scare to the hoe
Forty four in the middle being your sayin'
I'ma suckin' let Ruga go
It ain't no line
Cause they don't but plenty hate
I come at you hoe
I'ma take this up off my face
We ain't gonna ring the door
Just a couple of
who it be your presence
Fuckin' heart heart gonna
Cause we

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