Luyện nghe bài hát Hope I Dont Violate

[Don

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

Don Cisco]
With my up in heaven
I don't violate
Father and the
I I don't violate
Nino, my nina
Hope I violate
Primo, my primas
Hope I violate
The bomb
Hope I don't
All my homeys reifer
Hope I violate
All my and my nieces
Hope I violate
We gon' leave it up to
I I don't violate

[Verse 1: Don
Man, I'm fresh out of jail, hope I don't
But I'm back smokin', so you know my great
I'm wet (Wet)
So I'm drippin' like a
Leaky through the track stunt-tastics, I don't floss it (Wow)
Proceed caution, slow 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 to stay out, the mix though
Cause every in a while, they get to get low
those, hun, tryin' to get dough
Whoever dead, is gettin' 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 come back
I can see you one time, when I touch back

[Repeat

[Verse 2: Jay
Now if ask about me, tell them, "Real cochino"
I'm the L.V.C., real Latino
I'm in the (Hood)
Just tryin' to my family
But I doin' good (Uh)
I hope you me
I'm in it, real (Thick)
What 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 died, I swear we just ain't been the same
I bought a ticket, with alcohol flowin'
Not even knowin' I'm goin'
Just out here tryin' to it (Make it)
Do thing but fake it (Fake it)
on my mind (Mind)
It's so to take it
I'm back on the (Grind)
Just look for the guero
You think I'll find (Find)
A way up out the
I another sip (Sip)
As both dialate
I hear my cry (Cries)
I don't violate

[Repeat

[Verse 3: Bash]
Now I'm losing all my patience, punk got me geeking
I'm on feet, seem like, the po's creepin'
Ain't sleepin', Playamade Mexican
Should I put on my math and the trick-o-treatin'
naw
My primo 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 to cock block work
And my next door neighbor, yeah, he got way
In the of his Cadillac, 24 K's
And I'm tryin' to get gwhop like twenty-four days
Need a solid gold like 24K
And I got a job, can I catch me a break
Ain't got no shrimp, and ain't got to
From the AM to the PM, rockin' the
Then smokin' with B-Legit, in the what, Museum

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