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 to the floor?
But you take 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 of 'em in my cargo, smile and flee with ease
Then hit up the Super Target, exchange 'em for credit
That's sixty dollars of grub, some squares and a case of Bud

Yo, yo you ever invested money in some Internet stock?
Seen how your cheese multiply quicker than sellin'
I invest in pharmaceuticals 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 nerve to ask you to scream her name you hit it?

Haha, nah but I know this Betty who ass for her enjoyment
She also takes golden showers and 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 from her fingers

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

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

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

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

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

Would you rather two thousand units and be critically acclaimed
Or sell two million out the gate and be labeled lyrically
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 tryin' to sell three out the gate
And get six mics in The off of lyrical force
And push a custom made Porsche and a Range the woodgrain
And spit verses sharp enough to cut to your brain

Well, you ever 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. the fifth
I only weigh a buck-fifty and I don't own a forklift
Man you ever snorted coke 'til your heart sat in your throat
Then took your whole advance to buy more, and woke up

Yo, C.I. do drugs, I hang out with corporate thugs
That transport microchips and oriental
sell 'em on the streets for as much as they can
The only coke I mess with comes in ounce cans

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

Yo, I wouldn't dance 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 hostile takeovers
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 wouldn't a trace of evidence

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, 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 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 matter okay? 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
Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck you say
Nuttin' more nuttin' less, get it off my chest
C.I., spit what I feel,

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

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