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

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

Congressional street scholar, street soldier
Intellectual Manitoba, California to Cuba, goodin' Cuba
Goodin' blown like a tuba, dead in the head shells, shed 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 off my dick
I got pistols, pills, acid, bombs, crank, crystalized coke in

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

You the only one around with a hot stolen gun
you Napolean and dream of holdin' some while I'm rollin'
One it's like a medieval upheaval, the get chopped 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 be repeatin' for you knee gaz
We trippin' sippin' on Hen and ready to yo' thirst
Every time I kick a verse you wish you'd thought of it
I a nurse, before my head burst from divin' headfirst
Into your local networks people think hip-hop is so obnoxious
Some get a kick out of it like shoe 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 with four men 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 give a
(I give a motherfuck)

So the clock be tock tickin' Tha Liks be hop hippin'
Straight drop-kickin' victims 'til they stop trippin', bitchin'
While my set is on set to set it off, while they set to
But still 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 nuttin' changed but the size of the bottles, we still rock
The shows with a Rollo-ass so look but don't touch 'cause Everybody know the facts is Tash a maniac, Tash had tracks
With actors 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 thirty thousand to spend so fuck y'all we, don't 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 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 a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
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