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 on his door

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

x8
Walk up to your
Knock on your
And blow ass off

(Juicy J)
last night lyin' in the bed
red
Thinkin' should I get these
Thinkin' get these hoes
Thinkin' should I but they
a nigga plan a hit
Or grab my grip and take care my business
Cause they don't know who they with
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my
Fruck writin'
This is real shit not a
Camouflage in the for the ones who act hard
The devil on my side
The side I'm God
Why do niggas talk
Never to stick together
Murder in the city
Make you feel better
So I just in a pace
Thinkin' of a to get a bitch erased
Chrome to fuckin' face
an't no game nigga
My finger is on the
Your time is out
My conscious say I get em'
Is there a way that a nigga can escapre from
I fuck em' up the mosberg buckshell

x4

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

(Koopsta Knicca)
See I done built me a two story up on a rock
I slept in the dark
And my since a clock get my pocket full nalvy
Bitch, my head and sense
I got that wide world in my hand
Spin that ten as a trill
for that bill
Hard to kill
Koopsta ill
Still (??) in my face and bitch not say shit
I'm quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick
Quick, , quick hold all my power
Stayin' blastin' bitch dip into a rub
That I've been seen his face, face thinkin' nigga
Fest for he wishes just vanity
In my pit with the on bitch and I'm peekin' now
Them niggas bustin' all over the ceilin'

x2

(Lord Infamous)
Checkin' us out while tap on the
Kickin' down hit the floor
victims are shuttin' their door
Leavin' all in bloody war
Run in the hallways in the room
Soakin' them bloody pools
Check for the posse they hidden up poped
With a pillow uder their tools
Will it be a bulet their ear
Don' want no
No tears, telephone
I took out that
No one could stop all the in here
From the five foot five doggin' alcoholic man
Enchanted kickin' evil nigga
Named Infamous
Nigas I knowledge do not
recognize the ultimate to you into
With kona kula serious 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 can't be masta stopa
Till I and I come
Cause I ain't no
YOur com
Fool happy
Flag on my
So no they seein'
enemies me and a
Six double double six bitch ya
Face to face with the bitch
One (??) a fast comes to scare to the trigga hoe
Forty four in the middle your life sayin'
suckin' let this Ruga go
It no dead line
Cause they love but plenty hate
When I at you hoe
take this mask up off my face
We ain't ring the door bell
Just a couple of
who it be your your
heart heart gonna stop
Cause we

x3