Luyện nghe bài hát Hope I Dont Violate

[Don

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

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

[Verse 1: Don
Man, I'm out of jail, hope I don't violate
But I'm back smokin', so you know my great
I'm wet (Wet)
So I'm drippin' a faucet
Leaky through the track stunt-tastics, I don't floss it (Wow)
with caution, slow your role
But I can't see that option, it's all I
Say I'm, Loco, but I'm crazy for the chicken
Tryin' to get my hands on you, and the beef get to (Ha)
Yeah, I'm to stay out, the mix though
every once in a while, they 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 while them niggas steady ballin'
Two times for my G's that never come
Hopin' I can see you one time, when I touch

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[Verse 2: Jay
Now if they ask me, tell them, "Real cochino"
I'm from the L.V.C., 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 should I do,
Big sick (Sick)
I'm hopin' he gon' through
I'm to take a ride (Ride)
And jump deep in the game
Since my grandma died, I swear we just been the same
I bought a one-way ticket, with alcohol
Not even knowin' where I'm
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 for the guero [whistling]
You think ever find (Find)
A way up out the
I take sip (Sip)
As eyes dialate
I my kids cry (Cries)
Hope I don't

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[Verse 3: Baby
Now I'm losing all my patience, punk violations got me
Everytime I'm on feet, like, the po's creepin'
Ain't sleepin', Playamade Mexican
Should I put on my math and start the
naw
My primo me, "Shut that down"
They got a pound of the grape, get off, by the
On the G.O., my P.O. is a twerp
Yeah, he a and love 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 that like twenty-four days
Need a solid gold bitch 24K
And I ain't got a job, can I catch me a
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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