Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Chair Violinist

Yo, yo...one time, one time...one time, yo...yo, yo

One time when I come, two when I'm done,
old truck Sanford and Son.
Next week recognize,
on so pretty to the naked eyes.
me, on the road again,
this 8 x 10 is in.
In the I had it all,
and a cold with a basketball.
Now I with prisoners,
and nobody trip with us.
Some in Garza, in Dominguez,
cops ask, "No English".
And the are the hardest,
stay headstrong, regardless.
And you are have your days,
in the place where killas to pray.
In the place killas have to pray.
In the place killas have to pray.

He is the last violinist,
the one who hope.
To those who are the last violinist,
pain no one knows.

I seen the in the eyes of lonely men,
when can we ever be again?
Without and my kids,
a nigga just don't wanna live.
But I stay free in my mind,
eventually hearts freeze time.
No love, respect,
shank touch his neck.
Pick up casualty,
put him in the fridge, his family.
And his mom had a dream,
all would be happenin'.
to the rappin' king,
unraveling.
Invest in me, destiny,
I'll still wreck the penitentiary.
I'll still from the penitentiary.
still wreck from the penitentiary.

He is the chair violinist,
the one who hope.
To those who are the chair violinist,
whose no one knows.

Two hits inhale, homie hold breath,
is all the indo that's left.
Watch man, let 'em see,
keep your on the enemy.
He did 20 on 70,
last game he played was Centipede.
In the world, changed,
look around, things strange.
All the in gangsta shit,
lil' young motherfuckers dangerous.
Claimin' this and that,
more moves than a runningback.
Up in prison, he was Christian,
Got no job and his is bitchin'.
So he on the streets again,
8 later, back in the pen.
8 later, back in the pen.
8 later, back in the pen.

He is the chair violinist,
the one who hope.
To who are the last chair violinist,
pain no one knows.