Luyện nghe bài hát Regardless

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

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

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

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

Haha, nah but I know this who licks ass for her enjoyment
She also takes golden showers and drinks the from out my toilet
And when time for the deployment 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?
your lady call you a dog, and send you to the vet?
Ever been in trouble with the cops, for more three times
From tryin' to sell digital cameras to the blind?

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

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

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

Would you rather move two thousand and be critically acclaimed
Or two million out the gate and be labeled lyrically lame?
In words, would you prefer 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 lyrical
And push a made Porsche and a Range with the woodgrain
And spit verses enough to cut straight to your brain

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

Yo, C.I. don't do drugs, I hang out with corporate
That 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 caper?
Would you bet on the Lakers if played for the Clippers
Or leave yo' girl and move to Vegas a stable of strippers?

Yo, I wouldn't dance the devil, the stocks are too hot
And if played for the Clippers I'd claim Cali like 'Pac
And I'm not into embezzlement, I hostile takeovers
jets, BMW's and Range Rovers

'Cause 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 touch her believe me you wouldn't 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' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my
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 less, I'ma get it off my chest
C.I., spit what I feel,

No what you ask me, I'm givin' 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., spit I feel, regardless

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

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

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

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