Luyện nghe bài hát Promote Violins

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

We promote violins, yeah, me out
We violins, E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt
Gotti, Neo Deastro, Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth

May I to yourself shells, before honor and war I just 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 that hope gone and 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 with every note
'Til the periscope's on, play like the accordian perfect with every
We combine, mental and soul's Columbine, Hope floats
Like public streams, ravines, harm forces that bear forces
Puttin' parts all over walls and public signs anxious as Ginuwine

Congressional street scholar, professional street
Intellectual Manitoba, California to Cuba, like 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, it up like, bitch, get the fuck off my dick
I got pistols, pills, acid, bombs, crank, crystalized in lines

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

You the only one walkin' with a hot stolen gun
Thinkin' you Napolean and dream of holdin' while I'm rollin'
One like a medieval 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 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' on Hen and ready to quench yo' thirst
Every time I a verse you wish you'd thought of it first
I need a nurse, before my burst from divin' headfirst
Into your networks some 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 are on the place 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', 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 give a motherfuck)

So the clock 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 still can't get it off this sectioned off for the fly hoes
And Alkies, niggaz know the rules you can't pop bottles

Without me, Likwid and all my niggaz is Don Kings
Gettin' drunk, writin' rhymes by the pool in 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 know the 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 thousand to spend so fuck y'all we, 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 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 give a fuck