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 to the floor?
But you didn't take anything but a bag of
A half 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 with
Then hit up the Super Target, exchange 'em for store
sixty dollars worth of grub, some squares and a case of Bud

Yo, yo you ever invested money in some Internet stock?
Seen how your multiply quicker than sellin' rocks?
I in pharmaceuticals like Xanax and Loritabs
Take 'em all with alcohol, then hunt for more 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 this Betty who licks ass for her enjoyment
She also takes golden showers and drinks the piss out my toilet
And when it's time for the deployment of doo-doo out my anus
She likes to catch it in her hands and lick the excess her fingers

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

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

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

No matter you ask me, I'm givin' 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 what I feel,

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

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

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

Well, you fucked a chunky 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 a buck-fifty and I don't own a forklift
Man have you ever snorted coke your heart sat in your throat
took your whole advance to buy more, and woke up broke?

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

But would ever consider dancin' with the 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 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 like takeovers
Corporate jets, BMW's and Rovers

'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 you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay
Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck 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
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 what you ask me, I'm givin' you Kay
Just the truth of the okay? Fuck what you say
Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my
C.I., spit 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, get it off my chest
C.I., spit I feel, regardless

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 I'm around

I'ma do what the I do
walk leave it or love it I don't give a fuck
Now I fucks a motherfucker like C.I.
we both bleed 'til we can't bleed no more
Just 'cause I know he'll do that 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 it is [Incomprehensible]