Luyện nghe bài hát Promote Violins

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

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

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

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

Congressional street scholar, professional soldier
Manitoba, California to Cuba, goodin' like Cuba
Goodin' gettin' blown like a tuba, dead in the head shells, 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 fuck off my
I got pistols, pills, acid, bombs, crank, coke in lines

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

You the only one walkin' around with a hot gun
Thinkin' you Napolean and dream of holdin' some while I'm
One it's like a medieval upheaval, the 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 Sneezin' while I'm takin' pictures cheesin' at the Likwid meetin' 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 a nurse, before my head burst from divin' headfirst
Into your local networks some people think is so obnoxious
Some people get a kick out of it like shoe

I that, MC's all get a lot of G's per rap
'Cause while the microphones are on the place I'll my words at
If I was in the with four men they'd have to get more men
With mops and for all the liquid pourin', King 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 give a fuck
(I give a fuck)
I don't give a
(I don't a motherfuck)

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

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

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