Luyện nghe bài hát Hope I Dont Violate

[Don

Uh, you know, we always hope we do the thang
Tryin' to do my

[Chorus: Don
With my up in heaven
Hope I don't
Father and the
I hope I violate
Nino, my nina
Hope I don't
Primo, where my
Hope I violate
The mamacitas
Hope I violate
All my smokin' reifer
Hope I violate
All my nephews and my
Hope I violate
We leave it up to Jesus
I hope I don't

[Verse 1: Don
Man, I'm fresh out of jail, hope I violate
But I'm smokin', so you know my style's great
I'm wet (Wet)
So I'm drippin' like a
Leaky through the with stunt-tastics, I don't floss it (Wow)
Proceed with caution, slow role
But I see that option, it's all I know
Say I'm, Pollo Loco, but I'm for the chicken
to get my hands on you, and the beef get to kickin' (Ha)
Yeah, I'm tryin' to out, the mix though
Cause every once in a while, get to get low
Kick those, hun, to get dough
dead, is gettin' laid out, fa' sho
The callin', here we go, yes y'all'in
I'm tryin' to stay high while them niggas ballin'
Two times for my G's that come back
Hopin' I can see you one time, I touch back

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[Verse 2: Jay
Now if they ask me, tell them, "Real cochino"
I'm the L.V.C., real Latino
I'm in the (Hood)
tryin' to feed my family
But I ain't good (Uh)
I hope you me
I'm in it, thick (Thick)
should I do, fool
Big Ronnie (Sick)
I'm he gon' pull through
I'm 'bout to a ride (Ride)
And jump deep in the game
Since my grandma died, I swear we just ain't been the
I bought a one-way ticket, with alcohol
Not even knowin' I'm goin'
Just out here tryin' to it (Make it)
Do every thing but it (Fake it)
Stress on my (Mind)
It's so to take it
I'm on the grind (Grind)
Just look for the [whistling]
You I'll ever find (Find)
A way up out the
I take sip (Sip)
As both dialate
I my kids cry (Cries)
Hope I don't

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[Verse 3: Bash]
Now I'm losing all my patience, violations got me geeking
Everytime I'm on feet, like, the po's creepin'
Ain't sleepin', Playamade eatin'
Should I put on my and start the trick-o-treatin'
naw
My told me, "Shut that down"
got a pound of the grape, get off, by the ounce
On the G.O., my P.O. is a dickhead
Yeah, he a jerk and love to cock block
And my next door neighbor, yeah, he got way
In the of his Cadillac, 24 K's
And I'm tryin' to get that gwhop twenty-four days
a solid gold bitch like 24K
And I got a job, can I catch me a break
Ain't got no shrimp, and got to steak
the AM to the PM, rockin' the colloseum
Then smokin' B-Legit, in the what, Head Museum

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