Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you stand the house
Right beside the one the gate

I'm gonna walk over there and knock on his

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

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

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

x4

(Gangsta Boo)
Once I step up to door
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' countin' motzerella cheese
That's the
up, do you wanna come
And compete against this
This lady stayin'
I'm talkin' crazy
Comin' like the
Kickin' in the doors for shit
ever hesitate
Stay my profits bitch
I don't give a about
What you sayin' the police
don't really know me
All them folk is Doe
Comin' to your
So beware of gangsta shit
Enough has been
Got you scared so I'm endin'

(Koopsta Knicca)
See I done built me a two story house up on a
I done slept in the
And my clothes a clock get my pocket full nalvy
Bitch, count my head and
I got that whole wide in my hand
that ten as a trill rock
Still for bill
Hard to kill
mentally ill
Still (??) in my face and bitch best not say
I'm quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick
Quick, quick , quick hold all my
Stayin' bitch 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 over the ceilin'

x2

(Lord Infamous)
Checkin' us out while tap on the
Kickin' down hit the floor
Innocent victims are their door
Leavin' all in bloody war
Run in the look in the room
Soakin' them bloody pools
Check for the posse they hidden up there
With a pillow uder their tools
it be a bulet behind their ear
Don' no moaning
No tears, telephone
I took out wall
No one stop all the terror in here
From the five foot five slut alcoholic man
Enchanted door kickin' nigga
Named Infamous
Nigas what I do not
recognize the to you into trouble
kona kula serious draggin' dead bodies in back of my grey
Chevrolet on the way to send her
a bombing in a bouqet

(DJ Paul)
I can't stop
I on loading my gun
I can't be seein' masta
Till I and I come
I ain't no sitcom
YOur com
Fool being
on my face
So no they seein'
enemies me and a
Six double double six bitch ya
to face with the forty bitch
One (??) a fast comes to scare to the trigga hoe
Forty four in the middle your life sayin'
I'ma suckin' let Ruga go
It ain't no line
they don't love but plenty hate
When I at you hoe
take this mask up off my face
We ain't gonna ring the door
Just a of knocks
who it be your your
Fuckin' heart heart stop
we gone

x3