Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you stand the house
Right beside the one the gate

I'm gonna walk over there and on his door

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

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

(Juicy J)
Late last night in the bed
red
Thinkin' should I get these
Thinkin' get these hoes
Thinkin' should I but they
Should a plan a hit
Or grab my pistol and take care my business
Cause they don't know who they with
Call my nigga Pat cause I know he got my back
Fruck writin'
is real shit not a track
Camouflage in the for the ones who act hard
The devil on my left
The side I'm God
Why do niggas talk
tryin' to stick together
Murder in the city
Make you feel better
So I just in a pace
Thinkin' of a case to get a bitch
to your fuckin' face
This no game nigga
My is on the trigger
time is runnin' out
My say I gotta get em'
Is there a way that a can escapre from hell
I fuck em' up with the buckshell

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(Gangsta Boo)
Once I up to your door
I'm lettin' all you bitches
Point range to your skull
No in me hoe
Once I get shit
That plan in my head is to get
Sittin' back motzerella cheese
That's the
What's up, do you wanna
And against this lady
This stayin' scandelous
I'm talkin' bout'
Comin' like the
in the doors for your shit
Never ever
Stay about my bitch
I don't give a fuck
What you sayin' the police
They don't know me
All folk is Jane Doe
to your soon
So beware of gangsta shit
Enough has been
Got you scared so I'm endin'

(Koopsta Knicca)
See I done built me a two house up on a rock
I done in the dark
And my clothes since a clock get my pocket nalvy
Bitch, count my head and
I got that whole wide in my hand
Spin ten as a trill rock
Still for bill
to kill motherfucker
Koopsta ill
Still (??) in my face and 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, face thinkin'
Fest for he wishes than just
In my pit the deadlock on bitch and I'm peekin' now
Them niggas bustin' all over the ceilin'

x2

(Lord Infamous)
Checkin' us out while tap on the
them down hit the floor
Innocent victims are shuttin' their
Leavin' all drippin' in war
Run in the hallways look in the
Soakin' away them bloody
Check for the posse they hidden up poped
With a pillow case uder tools
Will it be a bulet behind ear
Don' no moaning
No tears, cords
I out that wall
No one could stop all the terror in
From the five five slut doggin' alcoholic man
Enchanted kickin' evil nigga
Lord Infamous
Nigas I knowledge do not
recognize the to you into trouble
With kona kula serious draggin' dead bodies in back of my
on the way to send her many
With a in a bouqet

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

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