Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you stand the house
Right beside the one with the

I'm walk over there and knock on his door

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

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Walk up to your
Knock on your
And your ass off

(Juicy J)
Late last lyin' in the bed
red
Thinkin' I get these hoes
Thinkin' should get these
should I but they head
Should a plan a hit
Or grab my pistol and take care my business
Cause they don't know who they with
Call my Project Pat cause I know he got my back
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 talk shit
Never tryin' to together
Murder in the city
Make you fools better
So I just walk in a
of a case to get a bitch erased
Chrome to fuckin' face
This an't no 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 em' up with the mosberg buckshell

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(Gangsta Boo)
Once I up to your door
I'm lettin' all you bitches
Point blank to your skull
No in me hoe
Once I get that
That plan in my head is to get
Sittin' back countin' cheese
That's the
What's up, do you come
And compete against this
lady stayin' scandelous
I'm talkin' bout'
like the NAZI
Kickin' in the doors for 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
to your soon
So beware of this gangsta
has been said
Got you scared so I'm endin'

(Koopsta Knicca)
See I done me a two story house up on a rock
I done slept in the
And my clothes a clock get my pocket full nalvy
Bitch, count my head and
I got that wide world in my hand
Spin that ten as a rock
Still for bill
to kill motherfucker
Koopsta ill
(??) in my face and bitch best not say shit
I'm yelling quick, quick, quick, quick, quick,
Quick, quick , hold all my power
Stayin' blastin' dip into a crystal rub
That tough I've been seen his face, thinkin' nigga
for he wishes than just vanity
In my pit with the deadlock on bitch and I'm now
Them niggas bustin' all over the whole

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

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

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