Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you stand the house
Right beside the one with the

I'm gonna walk over there and knock on his

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

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

(Juicy J)
Late night lyin' in the bed
red
Thinkin' I get these hoes
should get these hoes
Thinkin' I but they head
a nigga plan a hit
Or grab my grip and take care my business
Cause they don't 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 devil on my side
The side I'm God
Why do niggas talk
Never tryin' to together
Murder in the streets
Make you feel better
So I walk in a pace
Thinkin' of a case to get a erased
Chrome to your fuckin'
This no game nigga
My is on the trigger
Your is runnin' out
My conscious say I get em'
Is there a way a nigga can escapre from hell
I fuck em' up with the mosberg

x4

(Gangsta Boo)
Once I step up to your
I'm lettin' all you bitches
Point blank range to your
No in me hoe
Once I get shit
plan in my head is to get richer
Sittin' back motzerella cheese
That's the
What's up, do you come
And compete against this
This lady stayin'
I'm talkin' crazy
like the NAZI
Kickin' in the for your shit
ever hesitate
Stay about my bitch
I don't give a about
What you sayin' the know
They don't know 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 me a two story house up on a rock
I slept in the dark
And my clothes since a clock get my pocket nalvy
Bitch, count my head and
I got that wide world in my hand
Spin ten as a trill rock
for that bill
Hard to kill
Koopsta ill
Still (??) in my face and bitch best not say
I'm quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick
Quick, quick , hold all my power
blastin' bitch dip into a crystal rub
That tough I've been seen his face, face thinkin'
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'

x2

(Lord Infamous)
Checkin' us out while tap on the
Kickin' them down hit the
Innocent 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 there
With a pillow uder their tools
Will it be a bulet behind ear
want no moaning
No tears, telephone
I took out wall
No one could all the terror in here
From the five foot slut doggin' alcoholic man
door kickin' evil nigga
Named Infamous
what I knowledge 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 just stop
I on loading my gun
I can't be seein' masta
Till I fill and I
Cause I no sitcom
head com
Fool being
Flag on my
So no identityl they
enemies me and a
Six double six bitch ya bein'
Face to face with the bitch
One (??) a fast comes tryin' to 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
I'ma this mask up off my face
We ain't gonna ring the door
Just a couple of
who it be presence your
Fuckin' heart gonna stop
we gone

x3