Luyện nghe bài hát Apologize

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

[P.O.R.N.]
I'm so sick cause I'm infected but but I don't need a
Need a liquid anesthetic, let me you how I get it
I don't got it but I bet it, I don't worry, I don't it
You can bitch, you can dead it, you can it there 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 moving slower
Cuz the is on his shoulders then I woke up out that coma
(And got right back) at it with a little 'matic
Lay you down craft-matic, I'm gone, black magic
(To the hideout) you want to gamble with the devil
Especially them chewy blueys got me on another level
Cuz my teacher I'm slow but my momma think I'm special
But she know I'm coming back like an echo.

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Kweli]

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

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib

[Black
Yo, a revolution's what it's smelling like, it ain't 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, felon for the second
was I into chasing trouble I was followed by
Facing with no alibi, had to swallow pride
Vilified, victimized, penalized,
Ran into some people that's surprised I was alive
Look into my eyes, wonder how can I provide
Got to get A to B but how can I afford to drive?
around, tried to get a job and wasn't qualified
Had to see a pal of mine, got to get the rod
Now I'm in the black Impala looking for the dollar
Palms get the 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 will not

(Dice Raw) Talib Kweli]