Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Chair Violinist

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

One when I come, two times when I'm done,
old like Sanford and Son.
Next can't recognize,
on so pretty to the naked eyes.
That's me, on the again,
8 x 10 is closing in.
In the I had it all,
and a motherfucker with a basketball.
Now I with prisoners,
and don't trip with us.
in Garza, some in Dominguez,
cops ask, "No English".
And the are the hardest,
gotta headstrong, regardless.
And you are gonna have days,
in the place killas have to pray.
In the where killas have to pray.
In the where killas have to pray.

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

I the pain in the eyes of lonely men,
when can we be whole 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 this be happenin'.
to the rappin' king,
unraveling.
Invest in me, destiny,
still wreck from the penitentiary.
I'll still from the penitentiary.
I'll still wreck 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 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 that he was Centipede.
In the world, changed,
look around, seem strange.
All the in gangsta shit,
lil' young livin' dangerous.
this and chunkin' that,
Makin' moves than a runningback.
Up in prison, he was Christian,
Got no job and his is bitchin'.
So he back on the again,
8 later, back in the pen.
8 months later, in the pen.
8 months later, in the pen.

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