Luyện nghe bài hát Violators

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

[swizz
get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it
Yeah, yeah, the album
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 want figures but never play the cut
Talk mad but never put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just up niggas
Flow like dro, I pull clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on whole album 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 always fear
The bronx making them cause we always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you know about
Buns by the tons, mad and we going out
What!!

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

blade]
I'm the one wit the chrome and the
Drop flows from the dome , wit the ice got the of a home and a lobe
Sonja blad-e, just so you know (yeah)
Hold roll through you and your 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 wise guy shit
Same chick from the ? , pretty eyes lips, thighs hips five and six
Height five six, jeans six, benz green five and six keep me five or sixed
We know hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah)
So how you grams yo (uh uh)
I'm touching like pianos to getting dough like tony soprano

Yo my niggas is on the same I'm on
You ask me why I'm flynt 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 that hoe
you get done wit it, yo let me hit it
Bitches know how I come, I the cock wit it
All of the thug you know I gotta rock wit it
I ear the hoe like I cockpitted
Yo I love my niggas, don't no chicks
I like to light the then order my licks
Foundation like the bottom of bricks
I'm iraq nigga wit domican hits
Peurto rican yo y'all fake they fits
Violator

Yo, yo
I told these niggas the gitty up
Yall give me sixteen yo tear this whole 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 clowns
Bringing guns, and coke to connected towns
See I pop niggas like corn, and real killers do killings wit the on
I knock em out, cause I don't like to fight
me lefty gun up in my right palm
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, mysonne air the wit the four
Yall cowards don't want war, y'all can't pain
Cop you gators, drink champane
Cause when it comes to the shit, I let the heat lift
Murder scene police lines nigga white sheet
Yall roll wit niggas, I'm the one roll wit
go get niggas, I'm the one they go get
Yall niggas want nothing to do wit me
Cause I guns and rhymes like their's two of me

Niggas can't be serious, we wear guns like
But only show em when it's to blow em in bulk
We been through way worse then war, fights and more
Left wit leaks, holes and wide jaw
Be the quiet storm, appear how you wanna bar
Check out weight, see if it's worth to war
We did the street life niggas just got involved
My appetite for guns is similar to
me you head on, fight me you dead wrong
Cause now a days you get wet wit my dead on
Don't let this push you, the fourth hit you
Have you keyed up gasping for breath on the floor
Infamous we take it to the extremes my
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 heard

[busta
Now gitty up now, it's horse back saddleing
Rob beaches like we rowing a boat and we
Down a of water, wet any nigga challeging
Blow one all in your knee cap 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 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 if y'all niggas is really gambling
niggas feel the snap pop leaving it crackling
You know the bouncer keep all of my niggas wild wit him
to see niggas from howard through grambling
Ha round up my niggas to form a gathering
Yo rattling niggas who walk
Beat you in the same place till the blues blacking
C-e-o niggas stay managing
Flipmode throwing those heavy bundles we
Yo analyze my many live 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 length up in the draw
Or the truth on how niggas remain champions
Ha, ha, ha

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