Luyện nghe bài hát Apologize

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

[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 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) it everybody got a favorite
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 world is on his shoulders then I up out that coma
(And got right back) at it with a black 'matic
Lay you down craft-matic, then I'm gone, black
(To the hideout) you don't want to gamble with the
Especially when them chewy blueys got me on level
Cuz my teacher think I'm but my momma think I'm special
But even she know I'm back like an echo.

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib

Raw]
For the statements I'm about to make I will not
talk a lot of shit, really need to stop the lies
Jewels rented, rented, homie that ain't authentic
Acting tough on TV but to me you a little timid
Don't blame the nigga, blame America, all business
Acting like a is the only 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 double Uzis cuz you know they 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 shit see
They associate you do the same shit to me
When you look at me you see just a from the projects
But can't understand this mind set but still

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Kweli]

[Black
Yo, a revolution's what it's like, it ain't going be televised
Governments is hellified, taking cake and pies
I got a crust or crumb, to get some I'd be well obliged
Murder is comodified, felon for the second
Never was I into trouble I was followed by
Facing trouble with no alibi, had to 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 wasn't
Had to see a pal of mine, got to get the rod
Now I'm in the black Impala looking for the sign
Palms get the 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]