Luyện nghe bài hát Regardless

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

You ever up in a convenience store with a forty-four
And told the to drop to the floor?
But you didn't take anything but a bag of
A half gallon of milk, 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 with ease
Then hit up the Super Target, exchange 'em for store
That's sixty dollars worth of grub, squares and a case of Bud

Yo, yo you ever invested money in some Internet stock?
Seen how your cheese multiply quicker than rocks?
I invest in pharmaceuticals like and Loritabs
Take 'em all alcohol, then hunt for some 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 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 from her fingers

Yo, you ever tried to purchase a car a personal check?
Have lady 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 purchasin' a car, I live on New Jersey drive
Athens Georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, that no lie
And my don't even speak 'cause I get violent when I drink
But it's perfect 'cause she don't talk, I some 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 enough to these Sparxxx from flyin'
If Bubba ain't the truth that mean that my heart is lyin'

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

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

I ain't gon' lie, I'm tryin' to sell million out the gate
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 to the shit, and didn't 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 ever snorted coke 'til your heart sat in your
took your whole advance to buy more, and woke up broke?

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

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

Yo, I wouldn't dance with the devil, the are too hot
And if Jordan for the Clippers I'd claim Cali like 'Pac
And I'm not embezzlement, I like hostile takeovers
Corporate jets, BMW's and 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 what 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., 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., spit what I feel,

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

I'ma do the fuck I do
Ride walk leave it or love it I don't give a
Now I fucks with a like C.I.
'Til we both bleed 'til we can't bleed no
Just 'cause I know he'll do that same type of

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