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 truck like and Son.
Next week recognize,
on chrome so pretty to the eyes.
That's me, on the again,
this 8 x 10 is in.
In the I had it all,
and a cold with a basketball.
Now I with prisoners,
and don't nobody trip us.
Some in Garza, in Dominguez,
cops ask, "No English".
And the are the hardest,
stay headstrong, regardless.
And you are have your days,
in the where killas have to pray.
In the place where killas to pray.
In the place where killas to pray.

He is the chair violinist,
the one who hope.
To those who are the last 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 stay free in my mind,
eventually hearts doin' time.
No love, respect,
steel touch his neck.
up another casualty,
put him in the fridge, his family.
And his mom had a dream,
all would be happenin'.
Trafficking to the king,
unraveling.
Invest in me, destiny,
still wreck from the penitentiary.
I'll still wreck 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,
this is all the indo left.
Watch man, let 'em see,
your eyes on the enemy.
He did 20 on 70,
last that he played was Centipede.
In the world, changed,
look around, 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 later, back in the pen.

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