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
my momma up in heaven
Hope I don't
and the reverend
I hope I don't
Nino, my nina
I don't violate
Primo, where my
I don't violate
The mamacitas
I don't violate
All my smokin' reifer
I don't violate
All my nephews and my
Hope I don't
We leave it up to Jesus
I I don't violate

[Verse 1: Don
Man, I'm fresh out of jail, 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
through the track with 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 crazy for the
to get my hands on you, and the beef get to kickin' (Ha)
Yeah, I'm to stay out, the mix though
Cause every once in a while, get to get low
Kick those, hun, to get dough
dead, is gettin' laid out, fa' sho
The final callin', here we go, yes
I'm tryin' to stay high them niggas steady ballin'
Two times for my G's that never come
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)
tryin' to feed my family
But I ain't good (Uh)
I hope you me
I'm in it, thick (Thick)
should I do, fool
Big sick (Sick)
I'm hopin' he gon' pull
I'm 'bout to a ride (Ride)
And jump deep in the game
Since my grandma died, I we just ain't been the same
I bought a one-way ticket, with flowin'
Not even where I'm goin'
Just out here to make it (Make it)
Do every thing but it (Fake it)
Stress on my (Mind)
It's so to take 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 both dialate
I hear my cry (Cries)
I don't violate

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[Verse 3: Bash]
Now I'm losing all my patience, violations got me geeking
Everytime I'm on feet, seem like, the po's
sleepin', Playamade Mexican eatin'
Should I put on my math and the trick-o-treatin'
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 dickhead
Yeah, he a and love 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 ain't got a job, can I me a break
Ain't got no shrimp, and got to steak
From the AM to the PM, rockin' the
Then with B-Legit, in the what, Head Museum

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