Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you stand the house
Right beside the one with the

I'm gonna walk there and knock on his door

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

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Walk up to house
Knock on your
And your ass off

(Juicy J)
Late last night in the bed
red
Thinkin' I get these hoes
Thinkin' should get hoes
Thinkin' should I but head
a nigga plan 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 shit not a
in the dark for the ones who act hard
The on my left side
The other I'm God
Why do talk shit
Never to stick together
Murder in the city
Make you feel better
So I just walk in a
Thinkin' of a to get a bitch erased
Chrome to fuckin' face
This no game nigga
My is on the trigger
time is runnin' out
My conscious say I get em'
Is a way that a nigga can escapre from hell
I fuck em' up the mosberg buckshell

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(Gangsta Boo)
Once I step up to door
I'm lettin' all you know
Point blank range to your
No in me hoe
Once I get shit
That plan in my is to get richer
Sittin' back countin' motzerella
the picture
What's up, do you come
And compete against lady
lady stayin' scandelous
I'm talkin' crazy
like the NAZI
Kickin' in the doors for your
Never hesitate
Stay my profits bitch
I don't a fuck about
What you sayin' the police
don't really know me
All them folk is Doe
Comin' to your
So of this gangsta shit
Enough has been
Got you scared so I'm endin'

(Koopsta Knicca)
See I done me a two story house up on a rock
I done in the dark
And my since a clock get my pocket full nalvy
Bitch, my head and sense
I got whole wide world in my hand
that ten as a trill rock
Still for bill
Hard to kill
Koopsta 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 been seen his face, face thinkin' nigga
Fest for he wishes than vanity
In my pit with the deadlock on bitch and I'm now
Them niggas bustin' all the whole ceilin'

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

(DJ Paul)
I just can't
I on loading my gun
I be seein' masta stopa
I fill and I come
Cause I ain't no
YOur com
happy being
Flag on my
So no identityl seein'
Your me and a
Six double double six ya bein'
Face to face 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 dead
Cause they don't love but plenty
When I at you hoe
I'ma take mask up off my face
We gonna ring the door bell
Just a couple of
who it be presence your
Fuckin' heart gonna stop
Cause we

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