Luyện nghe bài hát Promote Violins

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

We violins, yeah, check me out
We violins, E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt
Young Gotti, Neo Deastro, Franklin the Sixth, 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 tell her that hope and show her that war is war
Fours and forty-fours banana peelin' clips ceilin' to floor
Boards up the concourse, like in concourse, scissorhands

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

street scholar, professional street soldier
Intellectual Manitoba, California to Cuba, goodin' 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, coke in lines

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

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

I hope that, all get a lot of G's per rap
'Cause while the microphones are on the I'll spit 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 don't a fuck
(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'
drop-kickin' victims 'til they egos stop trippin', bitchin'
While my set is on set to set it off, while they set to
But can't get it off this section sectioned off for the fly hoes
And Alkies, y'all niggaz know the rules you can't pop

Without me, it's Likwid and all my is Don Kings
Gettin' drunk, writin' rhymes by the in Palm Springs
'Cause ain't nuttin' but the size of the bottles, we still rock
The shows a Rollo-ass wobble so look but don't touch 'cause Everybody know 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 spend so fuck y'all we, 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 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 give a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't a fuck