Luyện nghe bài hát Regardless

Yeah, ha B.K. C.I.
Yo

You ever rolled up in a store with a forty-four
And told the cashier to drop to the
But you didn't take anything but a bag of
A half gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of

Nah but I might walk up in Kroger, straight for the DVD's
'bout four of 'em in my cargo, smile and flee with ease
Then hit up the Target, exchange 'em for store credit
That's sixty dollars worth of grub, some and a case of Bud

Yo, yo you ever invested your in some Internet stock?
Seen how your cheese multiply than sellin' rocks?
I invest in like Xanax and Loritabs
'em all with alcohol, then hunt for some more to grab
Yo, you had a chick with no brains, but liked to give 'em
That had the nerve to ask you to scream her name you hit it?

Haha, nah but I know this Betty who licks ass for her
She also takes golden showers and drinks the from out my toilet
And when it's time for the of doo-doo from out my anus
She to catch it in her hands and lick the excess from her fingers

Yo, you ever tried to a car with a personal check?
your lady call you a dog, and send you to the vet?
Ever in trouble with the cops, for more than three times
From tryin' to sell digital video cameras to the

Man fuck purchasin' a car, I live on New drive
Georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, that ain't no lie
And my girl don't even speak 'cause I get violent when I
But it's perfect 'cause she don't talk, I some silence when I think

About the thirty-three times the law me up
With chunky tray, up, stuck, thinkin' we fuck
Well screw 'em they enough to stop these Sparxxx from flyin'
If Bubba ain't the truth that just mean that my heart is

No matter you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay
Just the of the matter okay? Fuck what you say
Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my
C.I., spit what I feel,

No matter what you ask me, I'm givin' you Kay
Just the truth of the matter okay? what you say
Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my
C.I., spit what I feel,

Would you rather move two thousand and be critically acclaimed
Or two million out the gate and be labeled lyrically lame?
In words, would you prefer to have dem mics in The Source
Or a Grammy, some jazzy broads, a ice and a Porsche?

I gon' lie, I'm tryin' to sell three million out the gate
And get six mics in The Source off of force
And push a custom made Porsche and a Range the woodgrain
And spit verses sharp enough to cut to your brain

Well, you fucked a chunky broad, weighin' three hundred plus up
And actually took some pride to the shit, and rush none?
Yo, when it comes to big chicks, C.I. plead the
'Cause I only weigh a and I don't own a forklift
Man have you ever snorted coke 'til your heart sat in throat
Then took your advance to buy more, and woke up broke?

Yo, C.I. don't do drugs, I hang out corporate thugs
That transport microchips and oriental
sell 'em on the streets for as much as they can
The only coke I mess with comes in sixteen cans

But would ever consider dancin' the devil for paper?
Fly with me and Fred on an embezzlement caper?
you bet on the Lakers if Jordan played for the Clippers
Or leave yo' girl and to Vegas with a stable of strippers?

Yo, I wouldn't with the devil, the stocks are too hot
And if Jordan played for the Clippers I'd claim Cali 'Pac
And I'm not embezzlement, I like hostile takeovers
Corporate jets, BMW's and Rovers

'Cause they're tax writeoffs, they're all expenses
And as far as stripper, yo I let my man hit her
C to the I, Central
And if I did touch her believe me you wouldn't find a trace of

No matter what you ask me, I'm you Bubba Kay
Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck you say
Nuttin' more less, I'ma get it off my chest
C.I., spit what I feel,

No matter what you ask me, I'm givin' you Kay
the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say
Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my
C.I., what I feel, regardless

No matter you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay
Just the of the matter okay? Fuck what you say
Nuttin' more less, I'ma get it off my chest
C.I., what I feel, regardless

No what you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay
the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say
Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my
C.I., spit what I feel,

Yeah, C.I., and Bubba Sparxx,
I think in conclusion, it be said
That no where the fuck I'm at
No matter who the fuck I'm

I'ma do what the I do
walk leave it or love it I don't give a fuck
Now I fucks a motherfucker like C.I.
'Til we both 'til we can't bleed no more
Just 'cause I know he'll do that same type of

The East, the West, don't forget the South
Don't forget about the motherfuckin'
Kay worldwide, ay
Venice to Venezuela,
Y'all know what the it is [Incomprehensible]