Luyện nghe bài hát Hope I Dont Violate

[Don

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

[Chorus: Don
my momma up in heaven
Hope I violate
Father and the
I I don't violate
Nino, where my
Hope I violate
Primo, where my
Hope I violate
The bomb
I don't violate
All my homeys smokin'
Hope I don't
All my and my nieces
Hope I violate
We leave it up to Jesus
I hope I violate

[Verse 1: Don
Man, I'm fresh out of jail, I don't violate
But I'm back smokin', so you know my style's
I'm wet (Wet)
So I'm like a faucet
Leaky through the track with stunt-tastics, I floss it (Wow)
Proceed with caution, your 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
every once in a while, they get to get low
Kick those, hun, to get dough
Whoever dead, is laid out, fa' sho
The final callin', here we go, yes
I'm tryin' to stay high while them niggas steady
Two times for my G's that never back
Hopin' I can see you one time, when I back

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[Verse 2: Jay
Now if they ask about me, them, "Real cochino"
I'm the L.V.C., real Latino
I'm in the (Hood)
Just tryin' to feed my
But I ain't doin' (Uh)
I hope you me
I'm in it, thick (Thick)
What I do, fool
Big sick (Sick)
I'm hopin' he gon' pull
I'm 'bout to take a (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 flowin'
Not knowin' where I'm goin'
Just out tryin' to make it (Make it)
Do every thing but it (Fake it)
on my mind (Mind)
It's so to take it
I'm back on the (Grind)
Just for the guero [whistling]
You think ever find (Find)
A way up out the
I take sip (Sip)
As both dialate
I my kids cry (Cries)
I don't violate

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[Verse 3: Bash]
Now I'm all my patience, punk violations got me geeking
Everytime I'm on feet, seem like, the creepin'
Ain't sleepin', Playamade Mexican
Should I put on my and start the trick-o-treatin'
naw
My primo me, "Shut that down"
They got a 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 block work
And my door neighbor, yeah, he got that way
In the of his Cadillac, 24 K's
And I'm tryin' to get that like twenty-four days
Need a solid gold bitch 24K
And I ain't got a job, can I catch me a
got no shrimp, and ain't got to steak
From the AM to the PM, the colloseum
Then smokin' with B-Legit, in the what, Head

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