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, 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 is off, Po po's gone, periscopes on, telescopes on
And tell her that hope gone and her that war is war
Fours and forty-fours banana peelin' stacked ceilin' to floor
head up the concourse, like in concourse, scissorhands

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

Congressional street scholar, professional street
Intellectual Manitoba, California to Cuba, like 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, 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 give a about nuttin')
I don't a fuck
(We don't a fuck about nuttin')
I give 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 I'm rollin'
One it's like a 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' 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 get a kick out of it like shoe boxes

I hope that, all get a lot of G's per rap
'Cause while the microphones are on the I'll spit my words at
If I was in the ring with men they'd have to get more men
With mops and towels for all the liquid pourin', King Tee and Tha Liks And 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 the clock be tock tickin' Tha Liks be hop hippin'
Straight drop-kickin' victims 'til they egos stop trippin',
While my set is on set to set it off, while set to set-trippin'
But still can't get it off this 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
drunk, writin' 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 touch 'cause Everybody know the facts is Tash a maniac, Tash had tracks
With actors still with Tha alcoholed 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 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 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 don't a fuck