Luyện nghe bài hát Violators

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

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

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

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

[sonja
I'm the one wit the and the clothes
Drop flows from the , wit the ice got the price of a home and a lobe
Sonja blad-e, just so you know (yeah)
eighty roll through you and your old lady
How rich this dough made me, az matching the navie
you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, to divide cliques on some wise 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 me five or sixed
We know dice hit want fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah)
So how you grams yo (uh uh)
I'm keys like pianos to getting dough like tony soprano

Yo my niggas is on the 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 shoot to bust yo I shoot to kill
What's going on yo, the jumpoff and jump off
Yo I'm in five o, o, o, yo that hoe
After you get wit it, yo let me hit it
Bitches how I come, I bring the cock wit it
All of the thug piece you I gotta rock wit it
I ear the hoe like I cockpitted
Yo I love my niggas, don't no chicks
I like to the blunts then order my licks
Foundation motherfucker the bottom of bricks
I'm from iraq wit domican hits
rican motherfuckers yo y'all fake they fits
Violator

Yo, yo
I told these niggas the gitty up
Yall give me sixteen yo I'll this whole city up
And niggas believe then tell em put fifty up
All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our tecs rounds
My ? disrespected clowns
Bringing guns, weed and to connected towns
See I pop niggas like corn, and real killers do wit the lights on
I knock em out, cause I don't like to long
Remember me lefty gun up in my right
It's mysonne, see mysonne is the one that knock on 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, air the block wit the four
Yall cowards don't want war, can't stand pain
Cop you gators, drink champane
Cause when it comes to the street shit, I let the lift
Murder police lines nigga white sheet shit
Yall wit niggas, I'm the one they roll wit
go get niggas, I'm the one they go get
Yall don't want nothing to do wit me
Cause I guns and rhymes like their's two of me

Niggas can't be serious, we guns like clothes
But only show em it's time to blow em in bulk
We been through way then war, razor fights and more
niggas wit leaks, holes and wide jaw
Be the quiet storm, appear how you scale 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, fight me you wrong
Cause now a you only get wet wit my dead on
Don't let this song you, the fourth hit you
Have you keyed up gasping for breath on the floor
Infamous we it to the extremes my words
Especially when a nigga mistake me for
Get over words, I'm loose wit the dessy bird
I can show or tell, y'all niggas heard

rhymes]
Now up now, it's lighting horse back saddleing
Rob beaches like we rowing a and we paddleing
a stream of water, wet any nigga challeging
Blow one all in your knee cap you staggering
Scrambling theirs a whole lot of shit we be handling
My hands all in the money, fuck it we and dabbling
Got you imageing how this could all be happeing
My landscape of live stretch from here to maryland
Blaw put one in a 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 wild wit him
Traveling to see niggas from howard through
Ha up my niggas to form a large gathering
Yo rattling niggas who walk
Beat you in the same till the blues start blacking
C-e-o stay genaral managing
Flipmode throwing those bundles we carrying
Yo my many live niggas cramming it
We throw a three pointer, while y'all niggas javelins
Sweating your shit, feel your clothes dampeing
Dancing in a of four wheel drives we lamping
The ? length up in the draw paneling
Or unraveling the truth on how niggas champions
Ha, ha, ha

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