Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Violate

How many, how many that shit
Six Mafia, Frasier boy
(How, how many, how many talk shit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's down
(How, how many, how talk that shit)
Ya what I'm sayin'
(How, how many, how many talk shit)

A lot of we use the word bitch
(How, how many, how many that shit)
That goes for niggas and hoes, whoever
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Get in yo face with that bullshit, what ya do
(How, how many, how talk that shit)

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

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

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

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

I ain't playin' wit you niggas, I'll put my on you niggas
My foot will stand on you niggas, I thought you knew we triggers
So why you testin' me bitches? You be tryin' ta get stitches
All on yo a cold dead, for fuckin' with pimpin'

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

Put ya up they ass, what
Foot up they ass,
If these bitches bad
Put ya foot up ass, yep
up they 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"
Tell ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, don't me"
Tell ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, don't me"

See I'm with the pistols, shootin' at niggas
If I catch you slippin' I'm gonna get you mista
I ain't miss ya, I'm jus gone split ya
No evidence, witnesses, no

that shit bro, told you I'mma get you
Hit you in the head the tip of the pistol
Yeah, I do it big, I'm playin' wit yo sista
Eskamo leave yo fro in a blizzard

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

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

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

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