Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Violate

How many, how many talk that
Six Mafia, Frasier boy
(How, how many, how talk that shit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, goin' down
(How, how many, how many talk shit)
Ya know what I'm
(How, how many, how talk that shit)

A lot of times we use the word
(How, how many, how talk that shit)
That goes for niggas and hoes, violate
(How, how many, how talk that shit)
Get in yo face that bullshit, here's what ya do
(How, how many, how many that shit)

Put ya up they ass, what
Foot up they ass,
If these actin' bad
Put ya foot up ass, yep
Foot up they ass,
up they ass, what
If these actin' bad
Put ya foot up ass, yep

Tell ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, violate me"
Tell ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, violate me"
Tell that ho, "Don't me"
"Ho, violate me"
Tell ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, don't me"

Now man they tryna copy, Three Six but they too sloppy
boys some fakers, nothin' but carbon copies
When we off in tha club, niggas they play dead
'Cuz of raps and all that that they said

It ain't nothin' behind yo mugs but some mutha hugs
Y'all niggas nicer grandmas and fuckin' ladybugs
haters shakin' like booties up in tha strip club
I'll cut y'all head off like Al Qaeda in bitch what

I ain't playin' wit you niggas, put my hands on you niggas
My foot will on you niggas, I thought you knew we pulled triggers
So why you me bitches? You must be tryin' ta get stitches
All on yo forhead a cold dead, for fuckin' with

I'll take the back of a gun, hit you you ta run
Split you with two fuckin' halves, you mad runnin' yo
I ain't no ho that be likin', bustin' and and bitin'
I'm a Tennessee titan, tacklin' bringin' the lightin', bitch

Put ya up they ass, what
Foot up they ass,
If these bitches bad
Put ya up they ass, yep
Foot up they ass,
Foot up ass, what
If these actin' bad
Put ya up they ass, yep

that ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, don't me"
that ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, don't me"
that ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, don't me"
Tell that ho, "Don't me"
"Ho, violate me"

See I'm with the pistols, shootin' at niggas
If I catch you slippin' then I'm get you mista
I ain't miss ya, I'm jus gone split ya
No evidence, witnesses, no

Talk that bro, told you I'mma get you
Hit you in the head the tip of the pistol
Yeah, I do it big, shit I'm wit yo sista
Like Eskamo yo fro in a blizzard

Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last
Fuckin' with that hypnotize, you gone have a fast
Real niggas yeah, we is, you can and find out
with us anyday, I can show you what a crime bout

Three Six got me on, now I have to a tone
'Cuz hataz now my hataz, if you want it beef is on
Most of y'all been hos, afraid of my boy 10
Leave his ass in the past, nigga like

Put ya foot up they ass,
up they ass, what
If these bitches bad
Put ya up they ass, yep
Foot up ass, what
up they ass, what
If bitches actin' bad
Put ya up they ass, yep

that ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, don't me"
Tell ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, violate me"
Tell that ho, "Don't me"
"Ho, violate me"
that ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, don't me"