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, Franklin Gostra the Sixth,

May I laugh to yourself shells, honor 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 gone, periscopes on, telescopes on
And her that hope gone and show her that war is war
Fours and forty-fours peelin' clips stacked ceilin' to floor
head up the concourse, like in concourse, scissorhands

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

Congressional street scholar, street soldier
Intellectual Manitoba, California to Cuba, like Cuba
Goodin' gettin' like a tuba, dead in the head shells, shed 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 give a fuck nuttin')
I don't give a
(We don't give a fuck nuttin')
I don't give a
(We don't a fuck about nuttin')

You the only one around with a hot stolen gun
Thinkin' you Napolean and dream of some 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' while I'm takin' pictures cheesin' at the Likwid eatin'

And we all got heat be repeatin' for you knee gaz
We trippin' sippin' on Hen and to quench yo' thirst
Every time I kick a verse you wish you'd thought of it
I need a nurse, before my head from divin' headfirst
Into local networks some people think hip-hop is so obnoxious
Some people get a kick out of it shoe boxes

I that, MC's all get a lot of G's per rap
'Cause the microphones are on the place I'll spit 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 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 give a
(I give a fuck)
I don't give a
(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'
my set is on set to set it off, while they set to set-trippin'
But still can't get it off this section sectioned off for the fly
And Alkies, y'all niggaz know the rules you pop bottles

Without me, it's and all my niggaz is Don Kings
Gettin' drunk, writin' rhymes by the in Palm Springs
'Cause nuttin' changed but the size of the bottles, we still rock
The shows with a Rollo-ass wobble so look but don't touch Everybody know the facts is Tash a maniac, Tash had tracks
With actors still Tha Liks alcoholed it up like, bitch
Get the 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 give a

I don't 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 don't give a
(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 give a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't a fuck