Luyện nghe bài hát Promote Violins

Ever since I was young I wanted to be like what I am

We promote violins, yeah, 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 can't tell
I can't fake these soliloquies, silencers off, the art of warfare in here Violence is off, Po po's gone, on, telescopes on
And tell her hope gone and show her that war is war
and forty-fours banana peelin' clips stacked ceilin' to floor
Boards up the concourse, like in concourse, scissorhands

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

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

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

You the only one walkin' with a hot stolen gun
Thinkin' you Napolean and of holdin' some while I'm rollin'
One it's like a medieval upheaval, the Regal get 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 Sneezin' while I'm takin' pictures cheesin' at the Likwid meetin' eatin'

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

I hope that, all get a lot of G's per rap
while the microphones 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', Tee and Tha Liks And Kurupt fuck it up like, bitch, get the fuck off my dick
I got hookers, hoes, tramps, pigeons, bitches, rats, sluts big butts

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

So while the clock be tock tickin' Tha Liks be hop
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 section sectioned off for the fly hoes
And Alkies, niggaz know the rules you can't pop bottles

Without me, it's Likwid and all my niggaz is Don
Gettin' drunk, rhymes by the pool in Palm Springs
'Cause ain't nuttin' changed but the size of the bottles, we still
The shows with a Rollo-ass wobble so look but don't touch 'cause 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, in the mall With thirty thousand to spend so fuck y'all we, don't give a

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