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 to the naked eyes.
That's me, on the again,
this 8 x 10 is in.
In the I had it all,
and a motherfucker with a basketball.
Now I with prisoners,
and don't nobody trip us.
in Garza, some in Dominguez,
cops ask, "No English".
And the are the hardest,
stay headstrong, regardless.
And you are gonna your days,
in the place where killas to pray.
In the where killas have to pray.
In the place where have to pray.

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

I seen the pain in the of lonely men,
when can we ever be again?
Gina and my kids,
a nigga just don't wanna live.
But I gotta free in my mind,
eventually hearts freeze time.
No love, respect,
steel shank his neck.
up another 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 still from the penitentiary.
still wreck from the penitentiary.
I'll still 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, homie hold breath,
this is all the indo 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, things strange.
All the kids in shit,
lil' young motherfuckers dangerous.
Claimin' this and that,
Makin' more than a runningback.
Up in prison, he was Christian,
Got no job and his is bitchin'.
So he on the streets 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 chair violinist,
pain no one knows.