Luyện nghe bài hát Regardless

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

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

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

Yo, yo you ever invested your money in some stock?
Seen how your cheese quicker than sellin' rocks?
I in pharmaceuticals 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
That had the to ask you to scream her name while you hit it?

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

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

Man fuck purchasin' a car, I live on New drive
Athens Georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, that no lie
And my girl don't even speak I get violent when I drink
But it's perfect 'cause she don't talk, I need silence when 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 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 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 okay? Fuck what you say
Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my
C.I., spit I feel, regardless

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

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

Well, you ever fucked a chunky broad, weighin' three hundred up
And actually took some to the shit, and didn't rush none?
Yo, when it comes to big chicks, C.I. the fifth
'Cause I only weigh a buck-fifty and I own a forklift
Man have you ever snorted coke 'til your heart sat in 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 for as much as they can
The coke I mess with comes in sixteen ounce cans

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

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

'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 find a trace of evidence

No what 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., what I feel, regardless

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

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

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

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

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