Luyện nghe bài hát Regardless

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

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

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

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

Haha, nah but I know this Betty who ass for her enjoyment
She takes golden showers and drinks the piss from 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 from her

Yo, you ever tried to purchase a car with a personal
Have your call you a dog, and send you to the vet?
Ever been in with the cops, for more than three times
tryin' to sell 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 speak 'cause I get violent when I drink
But it's perfect 'cause she don't talk, I need some silence I think

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

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, get it off my chest
C.I., spit what I feel,

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., spit what I feel,

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

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

Well, you fucked a chunky broad, weighin' three hundred plus up
And actually took some pride to the shit, and didn't rush
Yo, when it comes to big chicks, C.I. plead the
'Cause I only weigh a buck-fifty and I own a forklift
Man you ever snorted coke 'til your heart sat in your throat
Then took your whole 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 only coke I mess with comes in sixteen ounce

But would ever consider with the devil for paper?
Fly with me and Fred on an embezzlement caper?
you bet on the Lakers if Jordan played for the Clippers
Or leave yo' girl and move to Vegas 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 like hostile
Corporate jets, and Range Rovers

'Cause they're tax writeoffs, 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 matter what you ask me, I'm you Bubba 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

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

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

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

do what the fuck I do
Ride walk leave it or love it I 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 same type of

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