Luyện nghe bài hát Apologize

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

[P.O.R.N.]
I'm so cause I'm infected but but I don't need a medic
Need a anesthetic, let me show you how I get it
I got it but I bet it, I don't worry, I don't sweat it
You can bitch, you can dead it, you can take it like FedEx
Nothing sweet diabetic, big dog pet it
Pack an L then I wet it then I fill it till pregnant
(Take the high back) face it everybody got a
I embrace it I date it but my grandma think I chase it
(Like oh yeah) I told her that her baby moving
Cuz the world is on his shoulders then I woke up out that
(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 to gamble with the devil
Especially them 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.

(Dice Raw) Talib Kweli]

[Dice
For the statements I'm about to make I will not
Niggas talk a lot of shit, really need to the lies
rented, cars rented, homie that ain't authentic
Acting tough on TV but to me you seem a timid
blame the nigga, blame America, it's all business
Acting like a is the only way to sell tickets
I can dig it, niggas gossip silly digits
White kids buy it, it's a riot when we talking pimping
Or sipping on old brew or whatever they think we do
Spraying double Uzis cuz you know they think we live in
The problem is this everyone seems to be real confused
The niggas on the to the old people that watch the news
And BET and the crazy 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 nigga's mind set but

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Kweli]

[Black
Yo, a revolution's what smelling like, it ain't going be televised
is hellified, taking cake and selling pies
I ain't got a or crumb, to get some I'd be well obliged
Murder is comodified, felon for the second
Never was I into chasing trouble I was by
trouble with no alibi, had to swallow pride
Vilified, victimized, penalized,
Ran some people that's surprised I was still alive
Look into my daughter's eyes, wonder how can I
Got to get from A to B but how can I afford to
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 black looking for the dollar sign
get the itching man I got to get the calamine
Before I fall behind, the grind will be my 9 to 5
I not be conquered by, I will not apologize

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Kweli]