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 times I'm done,
old like Sanford and Son.
Next week recognize,
on chrome so to the naked eyes.
me, on the road again,
this 8 x 10 is in.
In the I had it all,
and a motherfucker with a basketball.
Now I play prisoners,
and nobody trip with us.
Some in Garza, in Dominguez,
ask, "No speaky English".
And the are the hardest,
gotta headstrong, regardless.
And you are gonna have days,
in the place killas have to pray.
In the place where have to pray.
In the place where killas to pray.

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

I the pain in the eyes of lonely men,
can we ever be whole again?
Without and my kids,
a nigga don't really wanna live.
But I gotta stay in my mind,
eventually hearts doin' 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 this be happenin'.
to the rappin' king,
unraveling.
Invest in me, destiny,
I'll wreck from the penitentiary.
I'll wreck from the penitentiary.
still wreck from the penitentiary.

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

Two hits inhale, hold your breath,
this is all the that's left.
man, don't 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 kids in shit,
lil' young livin' dangerous.
Claimin' this and that,
Makin' more moves 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 months later, in the pen.

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