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 violins, E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt
Young Gotti, Neo Deastro, Franklin the Sixth, Sixth

May I to yourself shells, before honor and war I just can't tell
I can't fake these soliloquies, silencers off, the art of warfare in here is off, Po po's gone, periscopes on, telescopes on
And her that hope gone and show her that war is war
Fours and forty-fours banana peelin' clips ceilin' to floor
head up the concourse, like in concourse, scissorhands

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

Congressional street scholar, street soldier
Manitoba, California to Cuba, goodin' 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, Alkahol it up like, bitch, get the fuck off my
I got pistols, pills, acid, bombs, crank, coke in lines

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

You the only one walkin' around a hot stolen gun
Thinkin' you Napolean and dream of some while I'm rollin'
One it's a medieval upheaval, the Regal get chopped up
And found on coasts, gettin' ate up by the seagulls, now
You out for the season, J-Ro is the reason you in the cold 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 to quench yo' thirst
Every time I kick a verse you wish thought of it first
I need a nurse, before my head burst from headfirst
Into your local networks people think hip-hop is so obnoxious
people 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 microphones are on the place I'll spit my at
If I was in the ring with four men they'd to get more men
With mops and towels for all the 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 a fuck
(I don't a fuck)
I give a fuck
(I don't a motherfuck)

So while the clock be tock 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 section sectioned off for the fly hoes
And Alkies, y'all niggaz the rules you can't pop bottles

Without me, Likwid and all my niggaz is Don Kings
Gettin' drunk, writin' rhymes by the in Palm Springs
'Cause ain't 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 know the is Tash a maniac, Tash had tracks
With actors still with Tha 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 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 give 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
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't a fuck