Luyện nghe bài hát Apologize

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

[P.O.R.N.]
I'm so sick I'm infected but but I don't 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 it, you can take it there 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 it but my grandma think I chase it
(Like oh yeah) I her that her baby moving slower
Cuz the is on his shoulders then I woke up out that coma
(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 want to with the devil
Especially when them chewy blueys got me on level
Cuz my teacher think I'm slow but my momma think I'm
But even she know I'm coming back an echo.

(Dice Raw) Talib Kweli]

[Dice
For the statements I'm to make I will not apologize
Niggas talk a lot of shit, really to stop the lies
Jewels rented, cars rented, homie that authentic
Acting on TV but to me you seem a little timid
Don't 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 brew or whatever they think we do
Spraying double cuz you know they think we live in zoos
The problem is with everyone seems to be real confused
The niggas on the streets to the old people watch the news
And watch BET and the crazy shit 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 understand this nigga's mind set but

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib

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

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib