Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you the third house
Right the one with the gate

I'm gonna over there and knock on his door

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

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

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

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(Gangsta Boo)
Once I step up to your
I'm all you bitches know
Point blank range to your
No in me hoe
Once I get shit
That plan in my head is to get
back countin' motzerella cheese
That's the
What's up, do you come
And compete against this
This lady scandelous
I'm talkin' crazy
Comin' like the
in the doors for your shit
Never hesitate
Stay about my bitch
I don't give a about
What you the police know
They don't know 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 done built me a two story house up on a
I done in the dark
And my clothes since a clock get my pocket full
Bitch, count my and sense
I got whole wide world in my hand
Spin that ten as a rock
Still for bill
Hard to kill
mentally ill
Still (??) in my and bitch best not say shit
I'm quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick
Quick, , quick hold all my power
Stayin' bitch dip into a crystal rub
That tough been seen his face, face thinkin' nigga
Fest for he wishes than just
In my pit with the deadlock on bitch and I'm now
Them niggas bustin' all over the ceilin'

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

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

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