Luyện nghe bài hát Regardless

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

You ever rolled up in a convenience with a forty-four
And the cashier to drop to the floor?
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 invested your money in some stock?
Seen how your cheese multiply quicker sellin' rocks?
I invest in pharmaceuticals like and Loritabs
'em all with alcohol, then hunt for some more to grab
Yo, you ever had a with no brains, but liked to give 'em
That had the nerve to ask you to scream her name you hit it?

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

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

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

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

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

No matter what you ask me, I'm 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,

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

I gon' lie, I'm tryin' to sell three million out the gate
And get six mics in The Source off of force
And a custom made Porsche and a Range with the woodgrain
And spit verses sharp enough to cut straight to brain

Well, you ever fucked a chunky broad, weighin' three plus up
And took some pride to the shit, and didn't rush none?
Yo, when it to big chicks, C.I. plead the fifth
I only weigh a buck-fifty and I don't own a forklift
Man have you ever snorted coke 'til your sat in your throat
Then took your whole to buy more, and woke up broke?

Yo, C.I. do drugs, I hang out with corporate thugs
transport microchips and oriental rugs
Then sell 'em on the streets for as as they can
The coke I mess with comes in sixteen ounce cans

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

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

they're tax writeoffs, they're all business expenses
And as far as stripper, yo I let my man hit her
C to the I, Central
And if I did her believe 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 okay? Fuck what you say
Nuttin' nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my chest
C.I., what I feel, regardless

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

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

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

Yeah, C.I., and Sparxx, nonsense
I think in conclusion, it could be
That no where the fuck I'm at
No matter who the fuck I'm

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

The East, the West, don't forget the South
forget about the motherfuckin' South
Kay worldwide, ay
Venice to Venezuela,
Y'all know the fuck it is [Incomprehensible]