Luyện nghe bài hát Regardless

Yeah, ha B.K. C.I.
Yo

You ever rolled up in a convenience store a forty-four
And told the cashier to drop to the
But you didn't take anything but a bag of
A half gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of

Nah but I might walk up in Kroger, head for the DVD's
Stuff 'bout four of 'em in my cargo, smile and flee ease
Then hit up the Super Target, exchange 'em for credit
That's sixty dollars of grub, some squares and a case of Bud

Yo, yo you ever your money in some Internet stock?
Seen how your cheese multiply quicker than rocks?
I invest in pharmaceuticals like Xanax and
Take 'em all with alcohol, then hunt for some to grab
Yo, you ever had a chick no brains, but liked to give 'em
That had the nerve to ask you to her name while you hit it?

Haha, nah but I know Betty who licks ass for her enjoyment
She also takes golden showers and drinks the from out my toilet
And when it's time for the deployment of doo-doo out my anus
She to catch it in her hands and lick the excess from her fingers

Yo, you ever tried to purchase a car with a personal
Have your lady you a dog, and send you to the vet?
Ever been in trouble the cops, for more than three times
From tryin' to sell digital cameras to the blind?

Man fuck a car, I live on New Jersey drive
Georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, that ain't no lie
And my girl don't even 'cause I get violent when I drink
But it's perfect 'cause she don't talk, I need some silence when I

About the times the law tangled me up
With tray, legs up, stuck, thinkin' we fuck
Well screw 'em they ain't enough to stop these Sparxxx flyin'
If ain't the truth that just mean that my heart is lyin'

No matter you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay
Just the of the matter okay? Fuck what you say
Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my
C.I., spit what I feel,

No what you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay
Just the truth of the matter Fuck what you say
Nuttin' nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my chest
C.I., spit what I feel,

Would you rather move two thousand units and be critically
Or sell two million out the gate and be labeled lame?
In other words, would you prefer to have dem mics in The
Or a Grammy, jazzy broads, a little ice and a Porsche?

I ain't gon' lie, I'm tryin' to three million out the gate
And get six in The Source off of lyrical force
And push a custom made and a Range with the woodgrain
And verses sharp enough to cut straight to your brain

Well, you ever fucked a chunky broad, three hundred plus up
And actually took some pride to the shit, and rush none?
Yo, when it comes to big chicks, C.I. the fifth
'Cause I only weigh a buck-fifty and I own a forklift
Man you ever snorted coke 'til your heart sat in your throat
Then took your whole advance to buy more, and up broke?

Yo, C.I. don't do drugs, I hang out corporate thugs
transport microchips and oriental rugs
Then sell 'em on the for as much as they can
The only coke I mess with in sixteen ounce cans

But would ever consider with the devil for paper?
Fly with me and Fred Durst on an embezzlement
you bet on the Lakers if Jordan played for the Clippers
Or leave yo' girl and move to Vegas with a stable of

Yo, I dance with the devil, the stocks are too hot
And if Jordan played for the Clippers I'd claim Cali like
And I'm not embezzlement, I like hostile takeovers
Corporate jets, BMW's and Range

'Cause they're tax writeoffs, they're all expenses
And as far as stripper, yo I let my man hit her
C to the I, Central
And if I did touch her me you wouldn't find a trace of evidence

No matter what you ask me, I'm you Bubba Kay
Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck you say
Nuttin' more less, I'ma get it off my chest
C.I., spit I feel, regardless

No matter you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay
Just the of the matter okay? Fuck what you say
Nuttin' nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my chest
C.I., spit I feel, regardless

No matter what you ask me, I'm you Bubba Kay
Just the truth of the matter okay? what you say
Nuttin' nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my chest
C.I., spit I feel, regardless

No matter you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay
Just the truth of the matter Fuck what you say
Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my
C.I., spit I feel, regardless

Yeah, C.I., and Bubba Sparxx,
I in conclusion, it could be said
no matter where the fuck I'm at
No matter who the I'm around

do what the fuck I do
Ride walk leave it or love it I don't a fuck
Now I fucks a motherfucker like C.I.
'Til we both 'til we can't bleed no more
Just 'cause I know he'll do that same of shit

The East, the West, forget about the South
forget about the motherfuckin' South
Kay worldwide, ay
Venice to Venezuela,
Y'all what the fuck it is [Incomprehensible]