Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Walk On

(Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey
Some call that a problem but I it a gift
Xzibit make the whole continent (hell yeah)
Invadin territory in a blaze of glory
A soldier story, livin off but instinct
Bitch niggaz continue to and lip-sync
And I'ma just continue to flow, while rockin the
Probably smoke three-hundred dollars in dope
Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of throat
Always approach that's known for killin your folks
Be surprised who could turn around and bust on
Catch your mother or sister comin out of the mall
Bang holes through they coats and they bags
No retaliation you runnin with fags
In these streets, you only as your last transaction
Funny style, and niggaz ain't laughin
y'all got it all up in zero-zero
Think life is a for "Last Action Heroes"
the price you pay for the games you play
When it's all said and done at the end of the day, you

Get your on, get your head tight
I know you feelin the shit, shit is right
Get your on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, your glass up
Get walk on, get your head tight
I know you feelin the shit, shit is right
Get your on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, your glass up

Judge and jury, don't get case dismissed
When I get pissed and smash through the
Uplift, dump this, your shit knock
Hypnotical hardrock don't flop
It's the thing crackin my nigga
Lot of rappers of flashin the trigger but don't ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body
police with automatics and nerve gas
Learn fast or get behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in (hell yeah)
Xzibit turn your SUV a casket
Melt your body in a tub full of sulfuric acid
Drastic measures we just to get by
for all the shit you gotta go to get high
by, do or die for the West coast
want to fuck with Xzibit but come close motherfuckers

Get your walk on, get your tight
I know you the shit, shit is dead right
Get your on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill glass up
Get your walk on, get your tight
I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead
Get bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch me the bottle, fill your glass up

Tell y'all people to my people
Recognize all men are not equal
I'm lethal, all y'all faggots remain
the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)
When I get the world'll be a better place
A little Jesus Christ mixed with Leatherface
Go find some to spike, find some dope to lace
Pull a from my waist, nigga reach for space
Smack the out of your mouth if you talk shit
or hit so hard to the it make your back flip
My transcript number one up in this
It's nonsense, all y'all niggaz want is
associate with pros and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bitch
and then with a couple, motherfuck a tussle
You never have enough to stop a nigga hustle

Get your walk on, get your head
I know you feelin the shit, shit is right
Get your on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your up
Get your walk on, get your head
I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead
Get your bounce on, dat ass up
pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
Get your walk on, get your tight
I know you the shit, shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, your glass up
Get your walk on, get your head
I you feelin the shit, shit is dead right
Get your on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your up