Luyện nghe bài hát Promote Violins

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

We violins, yeah, check me out
We promote violins, E-Swiftulaus,
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 in here Violence is off, Po po's 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 like Honda Accords, I'm perfect with note
the periscope's on, play like the accordian perfect with every chord
We combine, mental and soul's Columbine, Hope floats
public streams, ravines, harm forces that bear armed forces
Puttin' body parts all walls and public signs anxious as Ginuwine

Congressional scholar, professional street soldier
Manitoba, California to Cuba, goodin' like Cuba
Goodin' gettin' blown like a tuba, 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, coke in lines

I don't give a
(We give a fuck about nuttin')
I give a fuck
(We don't a fuck about nuttin')
I give a fuck
(We give 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 medieval upheaval, the get chopped 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 Sneezin' while I'm takin' pictures cheesin' at the Likwid meetin' eatin'

And we all got heat that be repeatin' for you gaz
We trippin' sippin' on Hen and ready to quench yo'
Every time I kick a verse you wish 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
people get a kick out of it like shoe boxes

I hope that, 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 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, with big butts

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

So while the clock be tock tickin' Tha Liks be hop
drop-kickin' victims 'til they egos stop trippin', bitchin'
While my set is on set to set it off, while set to set-trippin'
But still get it off this section sectioned off for the fly hoes
And Alkies, y'all niggaz 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 Palm
'Cause ain't nuttin' but the size of the bottles, we still rock
The shows with a Rollo-ass wobble so look but touch 'cause Everybody know the facts is Tash a maniac, Tash had tracks
With actors still 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 to spend 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 don't give a
(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 don't give a
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't give a
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't give a