Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Witt Me

(talking)]
Whoo! Haha, yeah!
Uh, this is how I put it on the M-I
Can I, talk to why'all niggaz for a
me, ya know I mean?
I want why'all niggaz to get why'all Coronas,
Get why'all muh'fuckin dutches, light why'all muh'fuckin up
Grab why'all yak ya I'm sayin
Get some Courvoisier and all that, cranberry
Matter fact take shit straight cause I need niggaz to feel me on this
Ya know I mean?
Listen,

[Verse
Yo, I don't you understand what I mean
I aks you to Walk Witt Me, I got the hawk wit me
No talk wit me, in the wit my dickies (whoo!)
Young but I remind you of in the sixties
I knew it was on our God was shown
But I was caught up in the mix of some glittery
A.T. him and Mase mils wit it (damn!), I ain't mad
But that shit wasn't me (nah), had to get up off
Jewelry and Cristal, couldn't that
my niggaz though, I ain't mad, I ain't hatin'
To day him and Busta got the best show (word up)
Ya know I'm yo fuck yo yo yo, yo feel me though
wit my niggaz, Double are
Before X blew it up, before Eve was a
We are the streets, they wait for it
Interscope couldn't to get a plate for it
Grammy night, couldn't wait to get a for it
Not, we over gold
Finally reached platinum status and that is
Still in the hood, still to learn the biz
Jadakiss dropped a they lovin' his voice
I'm lovin' his but the hood thought it was moist
P dropped Gangsta and a Gentleman
Hard, no need to speak but the promotion was
Sheek had solo plans
Till I dropped a freestyle in the with some a my mans
Lobson that, Mario leaked that
Your shit hot you could bring the muhfuckin back
Nah, I dunno I'm just get a label
Sit behind the desk you know, watch a cable
Put my lil' man out, a few grand out
Get into some pop music, put a band out
Got wit my nigga K, cool and
Green had my shit on the block (Hold me down)
Killed it in Flex now these labels tryin' to on our cock
If we could get Sheek album sign D-Block
P and was like fuck that we gettin' you off
We up in there, the rest of labels is soft
Mario had a or two
us to the you-N-I-V-E-are-S-A-L, what up Sue?
why'all aks for it now I hit you in the
I will sleep in my bed you woke the dead
Feel me you keep I'm a hit you wit the lead
And leave your whole shit flatter than the first head
Thanks to niggaz it couldn't be
Without Envy, Kid, cool Kid and Ron G
My Enuff, S&S, Capone
Chubby Chub, for Sound and it's on

(talking)]
Wordup this street shit right here
Ya know I
I love niggaz dawg
why'all a lot of shit possible
I gave why'all the heat, why'all the shit
why'all bumped that shit, why'all had faith in shit
why I love why'all shit
Whatever why'all need I got why'all niggaz
D-Block. That's street promotion there man
Na mean? Real respect real, hood respect
Gangsta respect gangsta, got no love for pussy
Yeah, Vinnie Idol, ha ha,
This shit is daddy, yo da next one
on. Yeah, D-Block!
I why'all niggaz. One
Whoo!