Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you the third house
Right the one with the gate

I'm gonna walk over there and on his door

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

x8
Walk up to your
on your door
And your ass off

(Juicy J)
Late last night in the bed
red
Thinkin' I get these hoes
Thinkin' get these hoes
should I but they head
Should a nigga a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and take care my
they don't know who they fuckin' with
Call my Project Pat cause I know he got my back
Fruck rhymes
This is shit not a track
Camouflage in the for the ones who act hard
The devil on my side
The other I'm God
Why do niggas shit
Never to stick together
Murder in the city
Make you feel better
So I just in a pace
Thinkin' of a case to get a bitch
Chrome to your face
This an't no nigga
My is on the trigger
Your is runnin' out
My say I gotta get em'
Is there a way that a nigga can from hell
I fuck em' up with the buckshell

x4

(Gangsta Boo)
Once I step up to door
I'm lettin' all you bitches
Point blank range to your
No in me hoe
I get that shit
That plan in my head is to get
Sittin' back countin' motzerella
the picture
What's up, do you wanna
And compete against this
This lady stayin'
I'm talkin' bout'
like the NAZI
Kickin' in the doors for your
Never ever
about my profits bitch
I give a fuck about
What you the police know
They don't know me
All folk is Jane Doe
to your soon
So beware of this shit
has been said
Got you so I'm endin' this

(Koopsta Knicca)
See I done me a two story house up on a rock
I done slept in the
And my clothes since a clock get my pocket full
Bitch, count my head and
I got that whole wide in my hand
Spin that ten as a rock
for that bill
Hard to kill
mentally ill
Still (??) in my face and best not say shit
I'm quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick
Quick, quick , quick all my power
Stayin' blastin' dip into a crystal rub
That tough I've been seen his face, face thinkin'
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'

x2

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

(DJ Paul)
I just can't
I on loading my gun
I be seein' masta stopa
I fill and I come
Cause I 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 face the forty bitch
One (??) a fast tryin' to scare to the trigga hoe
Forty in the middle being your life sayin'
suckin' let this Ruga go
It ain't no dead
they don't love but plenty hate
When I at you hoe
I'ma take mask up off my face
We ain't gonna the door bell
Just a couple of
who it be your your
heart heart gonna stop
Cause we

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