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 take 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 of 'em in my cargo, smile and flee with ease
hit up the Super Target, exchange 'em for store credit
That's sixty dollars worth of grub, some and a case of Bud

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

Haha, nah but I know this Betty who licks ass for her
She also takes golden 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 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 video to the blind?

Man fuck purchasin' a car, I live on New drive
Athens Georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, 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, legs up, stuck, we fuck
Well screw 'em they ain't to stop these Sparxxx from flyin'
If Bubba the truth that just mean that my heart is lyin'

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., what I feel, regardless

No matter what you ask me, I'm givin' you Kay
the truth of the matter 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 sell two million out the gate and be lyrically 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 sell three million out the
And get six in The Source off of lyrical force
And push a custom made Porsche and a with the woodgrain
And spit verses sharp 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 to big chicks, C.I. plead the fifth
'Cause I only weigh a buck-fifty and I own a forklift
Man have you snorted coke 'til your heart 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 for as much as they can
The only coke I mess comes in sixteen ounce cans

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

Yo, I wouldn't with 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
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, Intelligence
And if I did her believe me you wouldn't find a trace of evidence

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

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

I'ma do 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 'til we can't bleed no more
Just 'cause I know do that same type of shit

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