Luyện nghe bài hát Promote Violins

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

We violins, yeah, check 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 tell her hope gone and show her that war is war
Fours and banana peelin' clips stacked ceilin' to floor
Boards up the concourse, like 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 public streams, ravines, harm that bear armed forces
Puttin' body parts all over walls and public anxious as Ginuwine

street scholar, professional street soldier
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 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, crystalized coke in

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

You the only one walkin' around with a hot gun
Thinkin' you Napolean and dream of holdin' while 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 be repeatin' for you knee gaz
We trippin' sippin' on Hen and ready to quench yo'
time I kick a verse you wish you'd thought of it first
I need a nurse, before my head burst divin' headfirst
Into your local networks some think hip-hop is so obnoxious
Some people get a kick out of it shoe boxes

I hope that, 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 they'd 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 with big

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

So while the clock be tickin' Tha Liks be hop hippin'
Straight drop-kickin' victims 'til egos stop trippin', bitchin'
While my set is on set to set it off, they set to set-trippin'
But still can't get it off this section 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, writin' rhymes by the pool in Springs
ain't 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 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, walkin' in the mall With thirty thousand to so fuck y'all we, 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 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