Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Care - Jadakiss

Still just to be here, y'know?
Funk Flex, Volume 4, do it

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

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I don't who you with, or who you get
Or what you got, all of get you shot
in the world know Kiss is hot
Everybody in the world know is hot

Ay yo, I got a shit on my chest
and niggaz wanna put more on it; so I gotta put on my
You got grazed in the head so that mean you was
Seen my shades by bed so that mean I was fuckin
While you was out frontin, I was in, nothin for
All in ya honey, walkin 'round ya money
Holdin ya stacks, in the loadin ya gats
ya curs, skeetin all over ya furs
Right before yo' ass come 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 I'm there 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 in jail waitin
so get me
But if the job ain't done and done swiftly
you one-fifty
Cross your face, then I bang you in the
And make I go in your pockets after you vomit
If ain't good enough, I'm a light things up
Cause they love me in the hood, I'm the ice cream truck
Nigga, this is to the public
When you hear the name nigga, ain't nothin above it
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