Luyện nghe bài hát Promote Violins

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

We promote violins, yeah, me out
We promote violins, E-Swiftulaus,
Gotti, Neo Deastro, Franklin 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 gone 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
'Til the periscope's on, play like the accordian perfect every chord
We combine, mental body and soul's Columbine, Hope
public streams, ravines, harm forces that bear armed forces
Puttin' body all over walls and public signs anxious as Ginuwine

Congressional street scholar, professional soldier
Intellectual Manitoba, California to Cuba, goodin' 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
Tee and Tha Liks, Alkahol it up like, bitch, get the fuck off my dick
I got pistols, pills, acid, bombs, crank, crystalized coke in

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

You the one walkin' around with a hot stolen gun
Thinkin' you Napolean and dream of holdin' while I'm rollin'
One it's like a medieval upheaval, the Regal get 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
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 networks some people think hip-hop is so obnoxious
Some people get a kick out of it like boxes

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 ring four men they'd have to get more men
With mops and towels for all the liquid pourin', King Tee and Tha Liks And Kurupt fuck it up like, bitch, get the off my dick
I got hookers, hoes, tramps, pigeons, bitches, rats, with big butts

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

So while the be tock tickin' Tha Liks be hop hippin'
Straight drop-kickin' '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 know the rules you can't pop bottles

me, it's Likwid and all my niggaz is Don Kings
Gettin' drunk, rhymes by the pool in Palm Springs
'Cause ain't nuttin' but the size of the bottles, we still rock
The shows with a Rollo-ass wobble so look but don't touch 'cause Everybody 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, walkin' in the mall With thirty thousand to spend so fuck we, 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 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 give a