Luyện nghe bài hát Violators

* just to be clear, l boogie +not+ in this case refer to lauryn hill

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

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

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

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

Yo my is on the same level I'm on
You ask me why I'm flynt I'm doing a porn
Ay yo niggas is faker then a three dollar bill
And I don't shoot to bust yo I to kill
What's going on yo, the jumpoff and 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 bring the wit it
All of the thug you know I gotta rock wit it
I ear plane the hoe like I
Yo I love my niggas, love no chicks
I like to the blunts then order my licks
Foundation motherfucker the bottom of bricks
I'm iraq nigga wit domican 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 this whole city up
And niggas don't believe then tell em put up
All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our spit rounds
My ? playas clowns
Bringing guns, and coke to connected towns
See I pop niggas corn, and real killers do killings wit the lights on
I em out, cause I don't like to fight long
Remember me lefty gun up in my right
It's mysonne, see mysonne is the one that knock on your
You open up, you see a whore wit the to your jaw
See mysonne is the one hit the blocks wit the raw
For his money, air the block wit the four
Yall cowards don't want war, y'all stand pain
Cop you gators, drink champane
Cause when it comes to the shit, I let the heat lift
Murder scene police lines nigga sheet shit
roll wit niggas, I'm the one they roll wit
Yall go get niggas, I'm the one go get
Yall niggas want 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 time to blow em in
We been through way worse then war, razor and more
Left niggas wit leaks, holes and jaw
Be the quiet storm, appear how you scale bar
Check out your weight, see if worth to war
We did the street life niggas just got involved
My appetite for is similar to carnivores
me you head on, fight me you dead wrong
Cause now a days you only get wet wit my on
Don't let this song you, the fourth hit you
Have you up gasping for breath on the floor cripple
Infamous we it to the extremes my words
Especially when a nigga me for herb
Get buried over words, I'm wit the dessy bird
I can ready or tell, y'all niggas heard

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

rhymes]
Flipmode, violator, we always silence
Fuck is wrong wit
Cut shit off now
Cut it off
Cut it off