Luyện nghe bài hát Violators

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

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

[l
This is for my mob and my thug
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website the club niggas
Screaming what, niggas, y'all a bunch of but niggas
want figures but never play the cut niggas
Talk mad shit but put up niggas
Is it I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit moet then sip it
Then around and flip it, shit on your whole album 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 know I 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, ones you don't about
Buns by the tons, mad and we going out
What!!

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

[sonja
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 eighty roll you and your old lady
How rich this dough me, gold az matching the navie
Shit you find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ? , pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything and six
Height six, jeans 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 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 melvin I'm doing a porn
Ay yo y'all niggas is faker then a dollar bill
And I don't shoot to yo I shoot to kill
What's going on yo, the jumpoff and off flow
Yo I'm in o, o, o, yo pass that hoe
After you get wit it, yo let me hit it
Bitches know how I come, I the cock wit it
All of the thug piece you I gotta rock wit it
I ear plane the hoe I cockpitted
Yo I love my niggas, love no chicks
I like to light the then order my licks
Foundation like 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 tear whole city up
And don't believe then tell em put fifty up
All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our tecs rounds
My ? playas disrespected
Bringing guns, weed and coke to towns
See I pop niggas corn, and real killers do killings wit the lights on
I knock em out, cause I like to fight long
me lefty gun up in my right palm
It's mysonne, see mysonne is the one that knock on your
You open up, you see a whore wit the to your jaw
See mysonne is the one hit the blocks wit the raw
For his money, mysonne air the block wit the
Yall cowards don't want war, y'all can't pain
Cop you gators, drink champane
Cause when it comes to the street shit, I let the lift
Murder scene lines nigga white sheet shit
roll wit niggas, I'm the one they roll wit
Yall go get niggas, I'm the one go get
niggas don't 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 only show em it's time to blow em in bulk
We been through way worse then war, 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 y'all niggas just got involved
My appetite for guns is similar to
me you head on, fight me you dead wrong
Cause now a you only get wet wit my dead on
Don't let this push you, the fourth hit you
Have you up gasping for breath on the floor cripple
Infamous we take it to the extremes my
Especially when a nigga me for herb
Get over words, I'm loose wit the dessy bird
I can show ready or tell, y'all niggas

[busta
Now up now, it's lighting horse back saddleing
Rob beaches we rowing a boat and we paddleing
Down a stream of water, wet any nigga
Blow one all in your cap leave you staggering
Scrambling theirs a whole lot of shit we be handling
My hands all in the money, fuck it we dibble and
Got you how this could really all be happeing
My landscape of live niggas stretch from here to
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 all of my live niggas wild wit him
Traveling to see from howard through grambling
Ha round up my niggas to a large gathering
Yo rattling niggas who walk
Beat you in the place till the blues start blacking
C-e-o niggas genaral managing
Flipmode throwing those heavy bundles we
Yo analyze my many niggas cramming it
We throw a three pointer, while y'all niggas throwing
Sweating your whole shit, feel 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