Luyện nghe bài hát Violators

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

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

[l
This is for my mob and my niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam violate the club niggas
Screaming what, what niggas, y'all a of but niggas
Always figures but never play the cut niggas
mad shit but never 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
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 fear
The bronx making them recoreds we always prepared
Got sons you don't about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad and we going out
What!!

beatz]
It ain't over, it over, ain't over

[sonja
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, just so you baby (yeah)
Hold eighty roll through you and your old
How rich this dough me, gold az matching the navie
Shit you won't find at old navy, two hundred 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, five 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 flipping yo (uh uh)
I'm keys like 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 y'all niggas is faker a three dollar bill
And I don't to bust yo I shoot to kill
What's going on yo, the and jump off flow
Yo I'm in five o, o, o, yo pass 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 piece you know I gotta 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 like the bottom of bricks
I'm from iraq nigga wit domican
Peurto rican motherfuckers yo y'all fake fits
Violator

Yo, yo
I told these niggas the gitty up
Yall give me sixteen yo I'll tear this city 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 ? playas disrespected
Bringing guns, weed and coke to towns
See I pop like corn, and real killers do killings wit the lights on
I knock em out, cause I like to fight long
Remember me lefty gun up in my palm
It's mysonne, see mysonne is the one that knock on your
You open up, you see a whore wit the glock to jaw
See is the one that hit the blocks wit the raw
For his money, air the block wit the four
Yall cowards don't want war, can't stand pain
Cop you some gators, champane
Cause it comes to the street shit, I let the heat lift
Murder police lines nigga white sheet shit
Yall 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 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 way worse then war, razor fights and more
Left niggas wit leaks, and wide jaw
Be the quiet storm, appear how you wanna bar
Check out your weight, see if it's to war
We did the street life y'all niggas got involved
My for guns is similar to carnivores
Dislike me you on, fight me you dead wrong
Cause now a days you get wet wit my dead on
Don't let this song you, the fourth hit you
Have you up gasping for breath on the floor cripple
we take it to the extremes my words
Especially when a mistake me for herb
Get buried over words, I'm loose wit the dessy
I can show ready or tell, y'all heard

rhymes]
Now gitty up now, it's lighting horse back
Rob like we rowing a boat and we paddleing
a stream of water, wet any nigga challeging
Blow one all in your knee cap you staggering
Scrambling cause a whole lot of shit 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 live niggas stretch here to maryland
Blaw put one in a nigga who be
And blow a hundred thou if y'all niggas is really
niggas feel the snap pop leaving it crackling
You know the bouncer keep all of my live wild wit him
Traveling to see niggas from through grambling
Ha round up my niggas to a large gathering
Yo rattling niggas who badlimp
Beat you in the same place till the blues blacking
niggas stay genaral managing
Flipmode throwing those heavy we carrying
Yo analyze my many live cramming it
We throw a three pointer, y'all niggas throwing javelins
Sweating whole shit, feel your clothes dampeing
in a line of four wheel drives we lamping
The ? arms length up in the paneling
Or unraveling the truth on how remain champions
Ha, ha, ha

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