Luyện nghe bài hát Regardless

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

You ever rolled up in a store with a forty-four
And told the cashier to drop to the
But you take anything but a bag of chips
A gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of grits?

Nah but I might up in Kroger, head straight 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 worth of grub, some and a case of Bud

Yo, yo you ever invested your money in some Internet
Seen how cheese multiply quicker than sellin' rocks?
I invest in like Xanax and Loritabs
Take 'em all with alcohol, then hunt for some to grab
Yo, you ever had a chick no brains, but liked to give 'em
had the nerve to ask you to scream 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 of doo-doo from out my anus
She likes to catch it in her hands and lick the from her fingers

Yo, you tried to purchase a car with a personal check?
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 digital video 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 silence when I think

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

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

No what 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., what I feel, regardless

Would you rather move two thousand and be critically acclaimed
Or sell two million out the and be labeled lyrically lame?
In other words, would you prefer to have dem mics in The
Or a Grammy, some 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 Porsche and a Range with the woodgrain
And spit verses sharp enough to cut to your brain

Well, you ever fucked a chunky broad, weighin' three plus up
And actually took some pride to the shit, and rush none?
Yo, when it comes to big chicks, C.I. plead the
'Cause I weigh a buck-fifty and I don't own a forklift
Man have you ever snorted coke 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 with corporate
That transport microchips and rugs
Then sell 'em on the streets for as much as can
The only I mess with comes in sixteen ounce cans

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

Yo, I wouldn't dance 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
jets, BMW's and Range Rovers

'Cause they're tax writeoffs, they're all business
And as far as stripper, yo I let my man hit her
C to the I, Central
And if I did touch her believe me you find a trace of evidence

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

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

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