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 know what I'm
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A lot of times we use the word
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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 foot up ass, yep
up they ass, what
Foot up they ass,
If bitches actin' bad
Put ya foot up ass, yep

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

See I'm quick with the pistols, shootin' at
If I catch you slippin' I'm gonna 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 wit yo sista
Eskamo leave yo fro in a blizzard

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

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

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 actin' bad
Put ya up they ass, yep

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