Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Violate

How many, how talk that shit
Six Mafia, Frasier boy
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's down
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Ya know what I'm
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A lot of times we use the bitch
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That goes for niggas and hoes, whoever
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Get in yo with that bullshit, here's what ya do
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Put ya foot up ass, what
up they 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 foot up ass, yep

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

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

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

I playin' wit you niggas, I'll put my hands on you niggas
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 forhead a cold dead, for fuckin' pimpin'

I'll the back 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 fightin' and
I'm like a Tennessee titan, tacklin' bringin' the lightin',

Put ya foot up ass, what
Foot up ass, what
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

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

See I'm quick with the pistols, 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 that shit bro, told you 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 leave yo fro in a

his ass up, drop him off on his last breath
Fuckin' that hypnotize, you gone have a fast death
Real niggas yeah, we is, you can come and out
with 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 up they ass, what
Foot up ass, what
If bitches actin' bad
Put ya up they ass, yep
Foot up they ass,
up they ass, what
If bitches 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"
Tell that ho, "Don't me"
"Ho, violate me"
that ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, violate me"