Luyện nghe bài hát Violators

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

beatz]
Let's get it started, get it
Let's keep it started, it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the
Go, go, go!!

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This is for my mob and my niggas
Ruff bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas
what, what niggas, y'all a bunch of but niggas
Always want but never play the cut niggas
Talk mad shit but never put up
Is it cause I bust wit that just shut up niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your album wit a snippet
Run up on your for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you eat at my
When they I call my name at this table
I'm gon always be here, and y'all always gonna
The making them recoreds cause we always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, you don't 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 the dome , wit the ice got the price of a home and a lobe
Sonja blad-e, just so you baby (yeah)
Hold eighty through you and your old lady
How rich this dough made me, gold az the navie
you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy
Same chick from the ? , pretty lips, thighs hips everything five and six
Height five six, jeans six, benz green five and six keep me five or sixed
We know dice hit cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah)
So how you grams yo (uh uh)
I'm touching keys pianos to getting dough like tony soprano

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

Yo, yo
I these niggas from the gitty up
Yall give me sixteen yo I'll tear this whole up
And niggas don't then tell em put fifty up
All is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our tecs spit rounds
My ? disrespected clowns
Bringing guns, weed and coke to connected
See I pop niggas like corn, and real killers do wit the lights on
I knock em out, I don't like to fight long
me lefty gun up in my right palm
It's mysonne, see is the one that knock on your door
You open up, you see a wit the glock to your jaw
See mysonne is the one that hit the wit the raw
For his money, mysonne air the wit the four
Yall cowards want war, y'all can't stand pain
Cop you some gators, drink
when it comes to the street shit, I let the heat lift
Murder scene police nigga white sheet shit
Yall roll wit niggas, I'm the one they wit
go get niggas, I'm the one they 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 show em when it's time to blow em in bulk
We been through way worse war, razor fights and more
Left niggas wit leaks, holes and jaw
Be the quiet storm, how you wanna scale bar
Check out your weight, see if worth to war
We did the street life niggas just got involved
My appetite for guns is to carnivores
me you head on, fight me you dead wrong
Cause now a you only get wet wit my dead on
let this song push you, the fourth hit you
Have you keyed up for breath on the floor cripple
Infamous we it to the extremes my words
when a nigga mistake me for herb
Get buried over words, I'm loose wit the dessy
I can show ready or tell, y'all niggas

rhymes]
Now gitty up now, lighting horse back saddleing
Rob beaches we rowing a boat and we paddleing
Down a of water, wet any nigga challeging
one all in your knee cap leave you staggering
Scrambling cause theirs a whole lot of shit we be
My hands all in the money, fuck it we and dabbling
Got you how this could really all be happeing
My landscape of niggas stretch from here to maryland
put one in a nigga who be rambling
And blow a hundred thou if y'all niggas is gambling
Gritty niggas feel the pop leaving it crackling
You know the bouncer keep all of my live niggas wit him
Traveling to see niggas from howard through
Ha round up my niggas to form a large
Yo rattling who walk badlimp
Beat you in the same place the blues start blacking
C-e-o niggas genaral managing
Flipmode throwing heavy bundles we carrying
Yo analyze my many live cramming it
We throw a three pointer, while y'all niggas javelins
Sweating whole shit, feel your clothes dampeing
in a line of four wheel drives we lamping
The ? arms length up in the draw
Or the truth on how niggas remain champions
Ha, ha, ha

[busta
Flipmode, violator, we always shit
Fuck is wit yall
Cut shit off now
Cut it off
Cut it off