Luyện nghe bài hát Apologize

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

[P.O.R.N.]
I'm so sick cause I'm infected but but I need a medic
a liquid anesthetic, let me show you how I get it
I don't got it but I bet it, I don't worry, I 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 it's
(Take the high back) face it everybody got a
I embrace it like I date it but my think I chase it
(Like oh yeah) I told her her baby moving slower
Cuz the is on his shoulders then I woke up out that coma
(And got right back) at it with a little black
Lay you down craft-matic, then I'm gone, magic
(To the hideout) you want to gamble with the devil
Especially when them chewy blueys got me on another
Cuz my teacher think I'm slow but my momma I'm special
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
Jewels rented, cars rented, homie that ain't
Acting tough on TV but to me you seem a little
blame the nigga, blame America, it's all business
Acting like a is the only way to sell tickets
Shit I can dig it, gossip silly digits
White kids buy it, it's a riot when we talking pimping
Or sipping on old English brew or whatever think we do
Spraying double Uzis cuz you they think we live in zoos
The problem is with this everyone to be real confused
The niggas on the streets to the old people that watch the
And watch BET and the crazy they see
They with you do the same shit to me
When you look at me you see a nigga from the projects
But can't understand this nigga's mind set but

(Dice Raw) Talib Kweli]

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

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib