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 like 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 motherfucker with a basketball.
Now I play prisoners,
and don't nobody with us.
in Garza, some in Dominguez,
cops ask, "No English".
And the are the hardest,
stay headstrong, regardless.
And you are gonna have days,
in the place where have to pray.
In the place killas have to pray.
In the place where killas to pray.

He is the chair 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,
can we ever be whole again?
Without and my kids,
a nigga just don't really live.
But I gotta stay in my mind,
hearts freeze doin' 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 would be happenin'.
to the rappin' king,
unraveling.
Invest in me, destiny,
still wreck from the penitentiary.
I'll wreck from the penitentiary.
I'll still from the penitentiary.

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

Two hits inhale, homie your breath,
is all the indo that's left.
Watch man, let 'em see,
keep eyes on the enemy.
He did 20 on 70,
last game he played was Centipede.
In the world, changed,
around, things seem strange.
All the kids in shit,
young motherfuckers livin' dangerous.
Claimin' and chunkin' that,
more moves 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 who are the last chair violinist,
pain no one knows.