Luyện nghe bài hát Hope I Dont Violate

[Don

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

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

[Verse 1: Don
Man, I'm fresh out of jail, hope I don't
But I'm smokin', so you know my style's great
I'm wet (Wet)
So I'm drippin' a faucet
Leaky through the with stunt-tastics, I don't floss it (Wow)
Proceed with caution, slow role
But I see that option, it's all I know
Say I'm, Pollo Loco, but I'm for the chicken
Tryin' to get my 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 laid out, fa' sho
The final callin', we go, yes y'all'in
I'm tryin' to stay high them niggas steady ballin'
Two for my G's that never come back
Hopin' I can see you one time, when I touch

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[Verse 2: Jay
Now if they ask about me, them, "Real cochino"
I'm from the L.V.C., Latino
I'm in the (Hood)
tryin' 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' through
I'm 'bout to take a (Ride)
And jump real deep in the
Since my died, I swear we just ain't been the same
I bought a ticket, with alcohol flowin'
Not knowin' where I'm goin'
Just out tryin' to make it (Make it)
Do thing but fake it (Fake it)
Stress on my (Mind)
It's so to take it
I'm on the grind (Grind)
Just look for the [whistling]
You I'll ever find (Find)
A way up out the
I another sip (Sip)
As eyes dialate
I my kids cry (Cries)
Hope I violate

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[Verse 3: Bash]
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 told 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 jerk and to cock 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 gwhop like days
a solid gold bitch like 24K
And I got a job, can I catch me a break
Ain't got no shrimp, and got to steak
the AM to the PM, rockin' the colloseum
Then smokin' with B-Legit, in the what, Museum

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