Luyện nghe bài hát Promote Violins

Ever since I was I wanted to be somethin' like what I am

We violins, yeah, check me out
We violins, E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt
Young Gotti, Neo Deastro, Gostra the Sixth, Sixth

May I laugh to yourself shells, before honor and war I just tell
I can't fake these soliloquies, silencers off, the art of warfare in Violence is off, Po po's gone, periscopes on, telescopes on
And tell her that gone and show her that war is war
Fours and forty-fours peelin' clips stacked ceilin' to floor
Boards head up the concourse, like in concourse,

Bulldoze ran like Honda Accords, I'm perfect every note
'Til the periscope's on, play like the accordian perfect every chord
We combine, mental body and Columbine, Hope floats
Like streams, ravines, harm forces that bear armed forces
Puttin' body parts all over walls and public signs as Ginuwine

Congressional scholar, professional street soldier
Intellectual Manitoba, California to Cuba, goodin' Cuba
Goodin' gettin' blown like a tuba, dead in the head shells, shed red October, shed and spread, cock and pop the glock only, I'm
King Tee and Tha Liks, it up like, bitch, get the fuck off my dick
I got pistols, pills, acid, bombs, crank, crystalized coke in

I don't a fuck
(We don't give a fuck nuttin')
I don't a fuck
(We give a fuck about nuttin')
I don't a fuck
(We give a fuck about nuttin')

You the one walkin' around with a hot stolen gun
Thinkin' you and dream of holdin' some while I'm rollin'
One it's a medieval upheaval, the Regal get chopped up
And found on both coasts, ate up by the seagulls, now
You out for the season, J-Ro is the reason you freezin' in the cold Sneezin' while I'm takin' pictures cheesin' at the Likwid eatin'

And we all got heat be repeatin' for you knee gaz
We trippin' sippin' on Hen and to quench yo' thirst
time I kick a verse you wish you'd thought of it first
I need a nurse, before my head burst from divin'
Into your local networks people think hip-hop is so obnoxious
people get a kick out of it like shoe boxes

I that, MC's all get a lot of G's per rap
'Cause while the microphones are on the place I'll spit my at
If I was in the with four men they'd have to get more men
With mops and towels for all the liquid pourin', King Tee and Tha And Kurupt fuck it up like, bitch, get the fuck off my dick
I got hookers, hoes, tramps, pigeons, bitches, rats, sluts with big

I don't give a
(I give a fuck)
I don't give a
(I give a motherfuck)

So the clock be tock tickin' Tha Liks be hop hippin'
Straight drop-kickin' victims 'til they stop trippin', bitchin'
While my set is on set to set it off, while they set to
But can't get it off this section sectioned off for the fly hoes
And Alkies, y'all niggaz the rules you can't pop bottles

me, it's Likwid and all my niggaz is Don Kings
Gettin' drunk, rhymes by the pool in Palm Springs
'Cause ain't nuttin' changed but the size of the bottles, we rock
The shows with a Rollo-ass wobble so look but don't 'cause Everybody know the facts is Tash a maniac, Tash had tracks
With actors still with Tha Liks it up like, bitch
Get the fuck off my dick, I got juice, gin, Mo', Hen, walkin' in the With thirty thousand to spend so fuck y'all we, don't give a

I don't give a
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I give a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I give a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)

I give a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't give a