Luyện nghe bài hát Promote Violins

Ever since I was young I wanted to be somethin' like 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 can't fake these soliloquies, 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 show her war is war
Fours and forty-fours banana peelin' clips stacked ceilin' to
head up the concourse, like in concourse, scissorhands

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

Congressional 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, and pop the glock only, I'm with
King Tee and Tha Liks, Alkahol it up like, bitch, get the off my dick
I got pistols, pills, acid, bombs, crank, crystalized in lines

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

You the one walkin' around with a hot stolen gun
Thinkin' you Napolean and of holdin' some 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 cold Sneezin' while I'm takin' 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 a verse you wish you'd thought of it first
I need a nurse, before my head from divin' headfirst
Into your local networks people think hip-hop is so obnoxious
Some people get a kick out of it like boxes

I hope that, all get a lot of G's per rap
'Cause while the microphones are on the place I'll spit my at
If I was in the with four men they'd have to get more men
mops and towels 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 big butts

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

So while the clock be tock Tha Liks be hop hippin'
Straight victims '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 section off for the fly hoes
And Alkies, y'all niggaz know the you can't pop bottles

Without me, it's Likwid and all my niggaz is Don
Gettin' drunk, writin' by the pool in Palm 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 with 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 thousand to spend so fuck y'all we, don't 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 don't a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't a fuck