Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Care - Jadakiss

Still just happy to be here,
Funk Flex, 4, let's do it

Uh-huh, uhh..
Two thousand, what, what, yo
I be the K-I double to the and that's that
If niggaz half nice, then that mean half wack
Aqua blue Viper, whyn't you try to that
With bitches that'll snipe you where you buy your at
I give daps to niggaz I blast at
And y'all give me my ASCAP, or get your ass capped
I take the clip out, and hit you with the of the gun
Then put it back in and shoot you in the if you run
Call me Jada, I to clap the shit out a hater
Give my lawyer seven then give him another three
Cause you know it a hundred to beat it
And I lost plenty fights, but my gun is still
Cause I'm to be around like Boston Baked Beans
so many samples out, that it's hard to shake fiends
Since a boy, I was taught to mind my neck
And since a grown man, I was to sign my checks
And I don't drama, but if you do I'm killin your children
Go to any project in the and chill in the buildin
Hit me later, I think not, I keep the
And drive around with no coat cause my is hot
Fuck a Range, if I ain't with my son I'm gettin high
or either my niggaz, at the firin range
While clown niggaz keep jokin, and get treated like ashes
I clip y'all off and keep

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I care who you with, or who you get
Or what you got, all of that'll get you
Everybody in the know Kiss is hot
Everybody in the world Kiss is hot

Ay yo, I got a lotta on my chest
and niggaz put more on it; so I gotta put on my vest
You got grazed in the so that mean you was duckin
Seen my shades by your bed so that mean I was
you was out frontin, I was in, nothin for nothin
All in ya honey, 'round countin ya money
Holdin ya stacks, in the loadin ya gats
Feedin ya curs, skeetin all over ya
before yo' ass come home I'm peelin the tar
And the shorties like, "Damn, Jay willied the car"
I'm like God, cause y'all can't me or see me
But y'all know I'm and y'all know that y'all need me
New five wagon, with the old
And I'm an old G so I to old CD's
My is so rippy, if you was watchin arms in a party
you won't me
I'm like a nigga in waitin
so get me
But if the job ain't done quickly and done
you one-fifty
Cross face, then I bang you in the stomach
And make I go in your pockets after you vomit
If ain't good enough, I'm a light things up
Cause love me in the hood, I'm like the ice cream truck
Nigga, this is to the general
When you hear the name Jadakiss nigga, ain't nothin it
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