Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Violate

How many, how many that shit
Six Mafia, Frasier 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 times we use the bitch
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That goes for niggas and hoes, whoever
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Get in yo face with bullshit, here's what ya do
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Put ya foot up they ass,
up they ass, what
If bitches actin' bad
Put ya up they ass, yep
Foot up they ass,
Foot up ass, what
If these actin' bad
Put ya foot up 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"
that ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, don't me"

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

It nothin' behind yo mugs but some mutha fuckin' hugs
Y'all niggas nicer grandmas and fuckin' ladybugs
Y'all haters like booties up in tha strip club
I'll cut y'all head off like Al Qaeda in this what

I ain't playin' wit you niggas, put my hands 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 forhead a cold dead, for fuckin' with

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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