Luyện nghe bài hát Hope I Dont Violate

[Don

Uh, you know, we always hope we do the right
Tryin' to do my

Don Cisco]
With my up in heaven
I don't violate
Father and the
I hope I violate
Nino, where my
Hope I violate
Primo, where my
Hope I don't
The bomb
Hope I don't
All my homeys smokin'
I don't violate
All my and my nieces
I don't violate
We leave it up to Jesus
I I don't violate

[Verse 1: Don
Man, I'm out of jail, hope I don't violate
But I'm back smokin', so you know my great
I'm wet (Wet)
So I'm like a faucet
through the track with stunt-tastics, I don't floss it (Wow)
Proceed with caution, slow role
But I can't see option, it's all I know
Say I'm, Loco, but I'm crazy for the chicken
Tryin' to get my on you, and the beef get to kickin' (Ha)
Yeah, I'm tryin' to out, the mix though
Cause once in a while, they get to get low
Kick those, hun, to get dough
Whoever dead, is laid out, fa' sho
The final callin', we go, yes y'all'in
I'm tryin' to stay while them niggas steady ballin'
Two for my G's that never come back
Hopin' I can see you one time, when I back

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[Verse 2: Jay
Now if ask about me, tell them, "Real cochino"
I'm from the L.V.C., real
I'm in the (Hood)
Just tryin' to my family
But I ain't good (Uh)
I hope you me
I'm in it, thick (Thick)
should I do, fool
Big Ronnie (Sick)
I'm he gon' pull through
I'm 'bout to a ride (Ride)
And jump real in the game
Since my grandma died, I swear we ain't been the same
I bought a ticket, with alcohol flowin'
Not even where I'm goin'
Just out tryin' to make it (Make it)
Do every but fake it (Fake it)
on my mind (Mind)
It's so to take it
I'm back on the (Grind)
Just look for the [whistling]
You think I'll ever (Find)
A way up out the
I another sip (Sip)
As both eyes
I my kids cry (Cries)
Hope I violate

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[Verse 3: Baby
Now I'm losing all my patience, punk got me geeking
Everytime I'm on feet, like, the po's creepin'
sleepin', Playamade Mexican eatin'
Should I put on my and start the trick-o-treatin'
naw
My primo me, "Shut that down"
They got a of the grape, get off, by the ounce
On the G.O., my P.O. is a dickhead
Yeah, he a jerk and love to cock work
And my next door neighbor, yeah, he got way
In the of his Cadillac, 24 K's
And I'm tryin' to get gwhop like twenty-four days
a solid gold bitch like 24K
And I ain't got a job, can I catch me a
got no shrimp, and ain't got to steak
From the AM to the PM, rockin' the
Then smokin' with B-Legit, in the what, Museum

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