Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Chair Violinist

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

One time I come, two times when I'm done,
old like Sanford and Son.
Next week recognize,
on chrome so pretty to the 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 play prisoners,
and don't trip with us.
Some in Garza, in Dominguez,
cops ask, "No English".
And the are the hardest,
gotta headstrong, regardless.
And you are have your days,
in the place killas have to pray.
In the place killas have to pray.
In the where killas have to pray.

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

I the pain in the eyes of lonely men,
when can we ever be whole
Gina and my kids,
a nigga just really wanna live.
But I stay free in my mind,
eventually freeze 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 would be happenin'.
to the rappin' king,
unraveling.
Invest in me, destiny,
I'll still from the penitentiary.
I'll wreck from the penitentiary.
I'll still from the penitentiary.

He is the last violinist,
the one who hope.
To those who are the last violinist,
pain 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 that he played was Centipede.
In the world, changed,
look around, seem strange.
All the in gangsta shit,
young motherfuckers livin' dangerous.
Claimin' and chunkin' that,
Makin' more than a runningback.
Up in prison, he was Christian,
Got no job and his is bitchin'.
So he back on the again,
8 months later, in the pen.
8 months later, in the pen.
8 months later, in the pen.

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