Luyện nghe bài hát Violators

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

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

[l
is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam violate the club niggas
Screaming what, what niggas, a bunch of but niggas
Always want figures but play the cut niggas
Talk mad shit but put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that shut up niggas
like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for to let you eat at my seat
When they I call my name at this table
I'm gon always be here, and always gonna fear
The bronx making them recoreds we always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you know about
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
flows from the dome , 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 this dough made me, gold az matching 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 eyes lips, thighs everything five and six
Height five six, jeans six, benz green five and six keep 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 touching keys pianos to getting dough like tony soprano

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

Yo, yo
I these niggas from the gitty up
give me sixteen yo I'll tear this whole city up
And niggas don't believe then em put fifty up
All bets is down, all my do dirt, all our tecs spit rounds
My ? disrespected clowns
Bringing guns, weed and coke to towns
See I pop like 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 palm
mysonne, see mysonne 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 block wit the
Yall cowards want war, y'all can't stand pain
Cop you some gators, champane
Cause 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
Yall go get niggas, I'm the one go get
Yall niggas don't want to do wit me
Cause I spit guns and rhymes like two of me

Niggas can't be serious, we wear guns 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, 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 y'all niggas just got
My appetite for is similar to carnivores
Dislike me you head on, fight me you wrong
Cause now a days you get wet wit my dead on
let this song push you, the fourth hit you
Have you keyed up gasping for on the floor cripple
we take it to the extremes my words
Especially a nigga mistake me for herb
Get buried words, I'm loose wit the dessy bird
I can show or tell, y'all niggas heard

rhymes]
Now gitty up now, it's lighting horse back
Rob beaches like we rowing a boat and we
Down a of water, wet any nigga challeging
Blow one all in knee cap leave you staggering
Scrambling cause theirs a lot of shit we be handling
My hands all in the money, fuck it we and dabbling
Got you how this could really all be happeing
My landscape of live niggas stretch from here to
Blaw put one in a who be rambling
And blow a hundred if y'all niggas is really gambling
niggas 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 niggas to a large gathering
Yo niggas who walk badlimp
Beat you in the same place till the blues blacking
C-e-o niggas stay managing
Flipmode throwing those bundles we carrying
Yo analyze my many 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 drives we lamping
The ? arms up in the draw paneling
Or unraveling the truth on how remain champions
Ha, ha, ha

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