Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Violate

How many, how many talk shit
Six Mafia, Frasier boy
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's goin'
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Ya what I'm sayin'
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A lot of we use the word bitch
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That goes for niggas and hoes, violate
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Get in yo face that bullshit, here's what ya do
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Put ya foot up ass, what
Foot up ass, what
If these actin' bad
Put ya up they ass, yep
Foot up ass, what
Foot up they ass,
If these bitches bad
Put ya up they ass, yep

Tell that ho, "Don't me"
"Ho, violate me"
Tell ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, violate me"
that ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, don't me"
Tell that ho, "Don't me"
"Ho, violate me"

Now niggas man they tryna copy, Six but they too sloppy
boys some fakers, nothin' but carbon copies
When we off in tha club, niggas they play dead
'Cuz of and all that bullshit that they said

It ain't nothin' behind yo but some mutha fuckin' hugs
Y'all niggas nicer grandmas and fuckin' ladybugs
Y'all haters shakin' like booties up in tha strip
I'll cut head off like Al Qaeda in this bitch what

I playin' wit you niggas, I'll put my hands on you niggas
My foot will on you niggas, I thought you knew we pulled triggers
So why you testin' me You must be tryin' ta get stitches
All on yo forhead a cold dead, for fuckin' pimpin'

take the back of a gun, hit you you startin' ta run
Split you with two fuckin' halves, you mad runnin' yo
I ain't no ho that be likin', bustin' and and bitin'
I'm a Tennessee titan, tacklin' bringin' the lightin', bitch

Put ya up they ass, what
up they ass, what
If bitches actin' bad
Put ya up they ass, yep
Foot up they ass,
up they ass, what
If these bitches bad
Put ya up they ass, yep

Tell that ho, "Don't me"
"Ho, don't me"
Tell ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, violate me"
Tell ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, don't me"
that ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, violate me"

See I'm with the pistols, shootin' at niggas
If I catch you slippin' then I'm get you mista
I gone miss ya, I'm jus gone split ya
No evidence, witnesses, no

Talk shit bro, told you I'mma get you
Hit you in the with the tip of the pistol
Yeah, I do it big, shit I'm playin' wit yo
Like Eskamo yo fro in a blizzard

Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last
Fuckin' with that hypnotize, you gone a fast death
Real niggas yeah, we is, you can and find out
Fuck with us anyday, I can show you what a crime

Three Six got me on, now I have to a tone
'Cuz hataz now my hataz, if you want it beef is on
Most of been hos, afraid of my boy 10 toes
Leave his ass in the past, nigga nintendo

Put ya foot up they ass,
Foot up they ass,
If bitches actin' bad
Put ya up they ass, yep
Foot up they ass,
up they ass, what
If these bitches bad
Put ya up they ass, yep

Tell that ho, "Don't me"
"Ho, don't me"
Tell ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, don't me"
Tell that ho, "Don't me"
"Ho, don't me"
Tell that ho, "Don't me"
"Ho, don't me"