Luyện nghe bài hát Promote Violins

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And we all got heat that be 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 a nurse, before my head burst from divin' headfirst
Into your local some people think hip-hop is so obnoxious
Some get a kick out of it like shoe boxes

I hope that, all get a lot of G's per rap
'Cause while the are on the place I'll spit my words 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 don't a fuck)
I don't a fuck
(I don't 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, they set to set-trippin'
But still can't get it off this section off for the fly hoes
And Alkies, niggaz know the rules you can't pop bottles

Without me, it's Likwid and all my is Don Kings
Gettin' drunk, rhymes by the pool in Palm Springs
'Cause ain't nuttin' changed but the of the bottles, we still rock
The shows with a Rollo-ass wobble so look but touch 'cause Everybody know the facts is Tash a maniac, Tash had tracks
actors still with Tha Liks alcoholed it up like, bitch
Get the fuck off my dick, I got juice, gin, Mo', Hen, walkin' in the mall With thirty thousand to spend so y'all we, don't give a

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