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 to the floor?
But you didn't anything but a bag of chips
A half gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of

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

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

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

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

Man purchasin' a car, I live on New Jersey 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 need some silence when I

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

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

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

I ain't gon' lie, I'm tryin' to sell three out the gate
And get six mics in The off of lyrical force
And push a made Porsche and a Range with the woodgrain
And spit verses enough to cut straight to your brain

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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