Luyện nghe bài hát Apologize

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Kweli]
(I will not apologize) I will not
(I will not apologize) I will not
This is for all of my peoples who understand and recognize
Some won't get it for that I
(I will not apologize) I not apologize
(I will not apologize) I will not
is for all of my peoples who understand and truly recognize
Some won't get it for that I apologize

[P.O.R.N.]
I'm so sick cause I'm but but I don't need a medic
Need a liquid anesthetic, let me you how I get it
I don't got it but I bet it, I worry, I don't sweat it
You can bitch, you can it, you can take it there like FedEx
Nothing sweet diabetic, big dog pet it
Pack an L then I wet it I fill it till it's pregnant
(Take the back) face it everybody got a favorite
I embrace it like I date it but my grandma think I it
(Like oh yeah) I told her her baby moving slower
Cuz the world is on his shoulders then I woke up out coma
(And got back) at it with a little black 'matic
Lay you down craft-matic, then I'm gone, magic
(To the hideout) you don't want to gamble with the
Especially when chewy blueys got me on another level
Cuz my teacher think I'm slow but my momma think I'm
But even she I'm coming back like an echo.

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib

[Dice
For the statements I'm to make I will not apologize
Niggas talk a lot of shit, need to stop the lies
Jewels rented, cars rented, homie ain't authentic
Acting tough on TV but to me you seem a little
Don't the nigga, blame America, it's all business
Acting like a monkey is the only way to sell
Shit I can dig it, niggas gossip digits
White kids buy it, a riot when we talking about pimping
Or sipping on old English or whatever they think we do
Spraying double cuz you know they think we live in zoos
The problem is with everyone seems to be real confused
The niggas on the streets to the old people that the news
And watch BET and the shit they see
associate with you do the same shit to me
When you look at me you see just a nigga from the
But can't understand this mind set but still

(Dice Raw) Talib Kweli]

[Black
Yo, a revolution's what it's smelling like, it ain't going be
Governments is hellified, taking cake and pies
I ain't got a crust or crumb, to get some I'd be obliged
is comodified, felon for the second time
Never was I into trouble I was followed by
trouble with no alibi, had to swallow pride
Vilified, victimized, penalized,
Ran into people that's surprised I was still alive
Look into my daughter's eyes, how can I provide
Got to get from A to B but how can I to drive?
Messed around, tried to get a job and qualified
Had to see a pal of mine, got to get the rod
Now I'm in the Impala looking for the dollar sign
Palms get the man I got to get the calamine
I fall behind, guess the grind will be my 9 to 5
I will not be by, I will not apologize

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib