Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Walk On

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

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

Judge and jury, don't get case dismissed
When I get pissed and through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, make your shit
Hypnotical that don't flop
the best thing crackin my nigga
Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don't ever
From the of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags
earthquakes police with automatics and gas
Learn or get left behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get in plastic (hell yeah)
turn your SUV into a casket
Melt your body parts in a tub of sulfuric acid
Drastic measures we just to get by
for all the shit you gotta go through to get
by, do or die for the West coast
want to fuck Xzibit but can't come close motherfuckers

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

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

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