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 take anything but a bag of
A gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of grits?

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

Yo, yo you ever invested your in some Internet stock?
Seen how cheese multiply quicker than sellin' rocks?
I in pharmaceuticals like Xanax and Loritabs
Take 'em all with alcohol, then hunt for some more to
Yo, you had a chick 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 also golden showers and drinks the piss from out my toilet
And when it's for the deployment of doo-doo from 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 with a personal
Have your lady call you a dog, and you to the vet?
Ever been in trouble the cops, for more than three times
From tryin' to sell digital cameras to the blind?

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

About the thirty-three the law tangled me up
With chunky tray, up, stuck, thinkin' we fuck
Well screw 'em ain't enough 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
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

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., what I feel, regardless

Would you rather move two thousand units and be acclaimed
Or sell two out the gate and be labeled lyrically lame?
In other words, would you prefer to dem mics 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 million out the
And get six in The Source off of lyrical force
And push a made Porsche and a Range with the woodgrain
And spit verses sharp enough to cut straight to your

Well, you ever fucked a chunky broad, 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 weigh a buck-fifty and I own a forklift
Man have you ever coke 'til your heart sat in your throat
Then took your advance to buy more, and woke up broke?

Yo, C.I. don't do drugs, I out with corporate thugs
That transport microchips and oriental
Then sell 'em on the streets for as as they can
The coke I mess 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 if Jordan played for the Clippers
Or leave yo' girl and 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 Clippers I'd Cali like 'Pac
And I'm not embezzlement, I like hostile takeovers
jets, BMW's and Range Rovers

'Cause they're tax writeoffs, they're all business
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 what you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay
the truth of the matter okay? Fuck 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 you Bubba Kay
Just the of the matter okay? Fuck what you say
Nuttin' more less, I'ma get it off my chest
C.I., spit what I feel,

No matter what you ask me, I'm you Bubba 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 matter you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay
Just the truth of the 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 Sparxx, nonsense
I think in conclusion, it could be
no matter where the fuck I'm at
No matter who the fuck I'm

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

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