Luyện nghe bài hát Apologize

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Kweli]
(I will not apologize) I will not
(I will not apologize) I not apologize
This is for all of my peoples who and truly recognize
Some won't get it for that I
(I not apologize) I will not apologize
(I will not apologize) I 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 but but I don't need a medic
Need a 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 it, you can take it there like FedEx
sweet diabetic, big dog can't pet it
Pack an L I wet it then I fill it till it's pregnant
(Take the high back) it everybody got a favorite
I it like 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 then I woke up out that coma
(And got back) at it with a little black 'matic
Lay you down craft-matic, I'm gone, black magic
(To the hideout) you want to gamble with the devil
Especially when them chewy got me on another level
Cuz my teacher think I'm slow but my think I'm special
But even she know I'm back like an echo.

(Dice Raw) Talib Kweli]

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

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Kweli]

[Black
Yo, a revolution's what it's smelling like, it going be televised
is hellified, taking cake and selling pies
I ain't got a crust or crumb, to get some I'd be well
Murder is comodified, for the second time
Never was I into chasing trouble I was by
Facing with no alibi, had to swallow pride
Vilified, victimized, penalized,
Ran into some that's surprised I was still alive
Look my daughter's eyes, wonder 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 wasn't
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 behind, guess the grind will be my 9 to 5
I will not be conquered by, I not apologize

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Kweli]