Luyện nghe bài hát Hope I Dont Violate

[Don

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

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

[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 don't it (Wow)
with caution, slow your role
But I can't see that option, it's all I
Say I'm, Pollo Loco, but I'm crazy for the
to get my hands on you, and the beef get to kickin' (Ha)
Yeah, I'm tryin' to out, the mix though
Cause once in a while, they get to get low
Kick those, hun, to get dough
Whoever dead, is gettin' 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 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, real (Thick)
What I do, fool
Big sick (Sick)
I'm hopin' he gon' pull
I'm to take a ride (Ride)
And jump real in the game
Since my grandma died, I swear we ain't been the same
I bought a ticket, with alcohol flowin'
Not even knowin' I'm goin'
Just out tryin' to make 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 for the guero [whistling]
You think I'll ever (Find)
A way up out the
I another sip (Sip)
As eyes dialate
I my kids cry (Cries)
I don't violate

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[Verse 3: Baby
Now I'm losing all my patience, violations got me geeking
I'm on feet, seem like, the po's creepin'
Ain't sleepin', Mexican eatin'
I put on my math and start the trick-o-treatin'
naw
My told 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 cock 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 gwhop like days
Need a gold bitch like 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, rockin' the
Then with B-Legit, in the what, Head Museum

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