Luyện nghe bài hát Violators

[swizz
get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it
Yeah, yeah, the album
Go, go, go!!

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This is for my mob and my thug
Ruff bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas
what, what niggas, y'all a bunch of but niggas
Always want figures but never the cut niggas
Talk mad shit but put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up
Flow like dro, I then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract rip it
Shame on your label, for to let you eat at my seat
When know I call my name at this table
I'm gon always be here, and y'all gonna fear
The making them recoreds cause we always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know
by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!

[swizz
It over, it ain't over, ain't over

[sonja
I'm the one wit the and the clothes
Drop flows from the dome , wit the ice got the price of a and a lobe
Sonja blad-e, just so you baby (yeah)
Hold eighty roll you and your old lady
How rich this dough made me, gold az matching the
you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to cliques on some wise guy shit
chick from the ? , pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything five and six
Height five six, jeans five six, benz five and six keep me five or sixed
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green six seelo and the ego (yeah)
So how you flipping yo (uh uh)
I'm touching keys like pianos to getting dough like soprano

Yo my is on the same level I'm on
You ask me why I'm melvin flynt I'm a porn
Ay yo y'all niggas is faker then a three dollar
And I don't shoot to yo I shoot to kill
going on yo, the jumpoff and jump off flow
Yo I'm in o, o, o, yo pass that hoe
you get done wit it, yo let me hit it
Bitches know how I come, I the cock wit it
All of the piece you know I gotta rock wit it
I ear plane the hoe I cockpitted
Yo I my niggas, don't love no chicks
I like to the blunts then order my licks
Foundation motherfucker like the bottom of
I'm from iraq nigga wit hits
Peurto rican motherfuckers yo y'all fake fits
Violator

Yo, yo
I these niggas from the gitty up
Yall give me sixteen yo I'll tear whole city up
And niggas don't believe then em put fifty up
All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our tecs spit
My ? playas clowns
Bringing guns, weed and coke to towns
See I pop niggas like corn, and real killers do killings wit the on
I knock em out, cause I don't to fight long
me lefty gun up in my right palm
It's mysonne, see mysonne is the one that knock on your
You up, you see a whore wit the glock to your jaw
See mysonne is the one hit the blocks wit the raw
For his money, mysonne air the block wit the
Yall cowards don't want war, can't stand pain
Cop you some gators, champane
when it comes to the street shit, I let the heat lift
Murder scene police lines nigga white shit
Yall wit niggas, I'm the one they roll wit
Yall go get niggas, I'm the one go get
Yall niggas don't nothing to do wit me
Cause I spit guns and rhymes like two of me

Niggas be serious, we wear guns like clothes
But only show em when it's to blow em in bulk
We been through way worse then war, razor fights and
Left niggas wit leaks, and wide jaw
Be the quiet storm, appear how you wanna bar
Check out weight, see if it's worth to war
We did the street life y'all just got involved
My appetite for guns is similar to
Dislike me you head on, me you dead wrong
Cause now a days you only get wet wit my on
Don't let song push you, the fourth hit you
Have you keyed up gasping for breath on the floor
Infamous we it to the extremes my words
Especially a nigga mistake me for herb
Get buried over words, I'm loose wit the bird
I can show or tell, y'all niggas heard

[busta
Now up now, it's lighting horse back saddleing
Rob beaches like we rowing a and we paddleing
Down a stream of water, wet any challeging
Blow one all in your knee cap leave you
Scrambling cause theirs a whole lot of we be handling
My hands all in the money, it we dibble and dabbling
Got you imageing how could really all be happeing
My landscape of niggas stretch from here to maryland
Blaw put one in a nigga who be
And blow a thou if y'all niggas is really gambling
niggas feel the snap pop leaving it crackling
You know the bouncer keep all of my live wild wit him
to see niggas from howard through grambling
Ha round up my niggas to form a gathering
Yo rattling niggas who badlimp
Beat you in the place till the blues start blacking
C-e-o niggas stay genaral
Flipmode throwing heavy bundles we carrying
Yo my many live niggas cramming it
We throw a three pointer, while y'all throwing javelins
Sweating your whole shit, feel clothes dampeing
Dancing in a of four wheel drives we lamping
The ? length up in the draw paneling
Or unraveling the on how niggas remain champions
Ha, ha, ha

rhymes]
Flipmode, violator, we always shit
is wrong wit yall
Cut that off now
Cut it off
Cut it off