Luyện nghe bài hát Promote Violins

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

We promote violins, yeah, me out
We promote violins, E-Swiftulaus,
Young Gotti, Neo Deastro, Gostra the Sixth, 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 Violence is off, Po po's gone, periscopes on, on
And tell her that hope and show her that war is war
Fours and forty-fours banana peelin' clips ceilin' to floor
Boards head up the concourse, in concourse, scissorhands

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

Congressional street scholar, professional street
Manitoba, California to Cuba, goodin' like Cuba
Goodin' gettin' blown like a tuba, dead in the head shells, shed red October, shed and spread, 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 give a fuck
(We don't a fuck about nuttin')
I don't give a
(We give a fuck about nuttin')
I don't give a
(We don't a fuck about nuttin')

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

And we all got heat that be for you knee gaz
We trippin' on Hen and ready to quench yo' thirst
Every time I kick a verse you you'd thought of it first
I need a nurse, before my head burst divin' headfirst
Into your local networks some people think is so obnoxious
Some people get a kick out of it like 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 ring four men they'd have to get more men
With and towels 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, with big butts

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

So while the clock be tock Tha Liks be hop hippin'
Straight victims 'til they egos stop trippin', bitchin'
While my set is on set to set it off, they set to set-trippin'
But can't get it off this section sectioned off for the fly hoes
And Alkies, y'all niggaz know the 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 changed but the size of the bottles, we still rock
The shows a Rollo-ass wobble so look but don't touch '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, in the mall 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 don't give a
(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 don't give a
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I give a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't give a
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I give a fuck