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 momma up in
I don't violate
Father and the
I I don't violate
Nino, my nina
I don't violate
Primo, where my
I don't violate
The bomb
I don't violate
All my homeys smokin'
Hope I don't
All my nephews and my
I don't violate
We leave it up to Jesus
I hope I violate

1: Don Cisco]
Man, I'm out of jail, hope I don't violate
But I'm back smokin', so you my style's great
I'm wet (Wet)
So I'm drippin' like a
Leaky the track with stunt-tastics, I don't floss it (Wow)
with caution, slow your role
But I see that option, it's all I know
Say I'm, Pollo Loco, but I'm crazy for the
Tryin' to get my hands on you, and the get to kickin' (Ha)
Yeah, I'm tryin' to stay out, the mix
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 never come back
I can see you one time, when I touch back

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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 to feed my family
But I ain't good (Uh)
I you understand me
I'm in it, real (Thick)
What I do, fool
Big sick (Sick)
I'm hopin' he gon' pull
I'm to take a ride (Ride)
And real deep in the game
Since my grandma died, I swear we just been the same
I a one-way ticket, with alcohol flowin'
Not even knowin' I'm goin'
out here tryin' to make it (Make it)
Do every but fake it (Fake it)
Stress on my (Mind)
It's so hard to it
I'm back on the (Grind)
Just for the guero [whistling]
You think I'll ever (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 got me geeking
Everytime I'm on feet, seem like, the creepin'
sleepin', Playamade Mexican eatin'
Should I put on my math and start the
naw
My primo told me, "Shut down"
They got a of the grape, get off, by the ounce
On the G.O., my P.O. is a twerp
Yeah, he a jerk and love to cock block
And my next neighbor, yeah, he got that way
In the of his Cadillac, 24 K's
And I'm tryin' to get that gwhop twenty-four days
Need a solid gold bitch 24K
And I ain't got a job, can I me a break
Ain't got no shrimp, and got to steak
the AM to the PM, rockin' the colloseum
Then with B-Legit, in the what, Head Museum

Chorus]