Luyện nghe bài hát Hope I Dont Violate

[Don

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

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

1: Don Cisco]
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 like a faucet
Leaky through the track with stunt-tastics, I floss it (Wow)
Proceed with caution, 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 beef get to (Ha)
Yeah, I'm tryin' to stay out, the mix
Cause once in a while, they get to get low
Kick those, hun, tryin' to get
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 times for my G's that come back
Hopin' I can see you one time, when I back

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2: Jay Tee]
Now if they ask about me, them, "Real cochino"
I'm from the L.V.C., Latino
I'm in the (Hood)
Just tryin' to feed my
But I ain't good (Uh)
I you understand me
I'm in it, thick (Thick)
should I do, fool
Big Ronnie (Sick)
I'm hopin' he pull through
I'm to take a ride (Ride)
And real deep in the game
Since my died, I swear we just ain't been the same
I bought a one-way ticket, with alcohol
Not knowin' where I'm goin'
Just out here to make it (Make it)
Do thing but fake it (Fake it)
on my mind (Mind)
It's so hard to it
I'm on the grind (Grind)
Just look for the guero
You think ever find (Find)
A way up out the
I another sip (Sip)
As both dialate
I my kids cry (Cries)
Hope I violate

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[Verse 3: Baby
Now I'm all my patience, punk violations got me geeking
I'm on feet, seem like, the po's creepin'
Ain't sleepin', Playamade 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 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 catch me a
Ain't got no shrimp, and ain't got to
From the AM to the PM, the colloseum
Then smokin' with B-Legit, in the what, Museum

[Repeat