Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Violate

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Six got me on, now I have to keep 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 ass, what
Foot up ass, what
If these actin' bad
Put ya foot up ass, yep
up they ass, what
Foot up ass, what
If these bitches bad
Put ya up they ass, yep

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