Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Give A F**k

I don't give a
They done push me to the the more I live
I blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the wagon
While this cops bragging the ni**a he's jackin
I see no
All I see is ni**as fast
The sound of a gun
Then watch the past
Just day in the life G
Gotta step lightly 'cause cops to snippe me
The catch, they don't wanna stop at the man
But they'll have an accident and pick up another man

I went to the bank to cash my
I get more from the muthaf**kin dope man
The Grammy's and the American shows pimp us like hoes
got dough but they hate us though
You better keep mind on the real s**t

And f**k to get with these crooked a*s hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be down
Just can't understand why we respect now
told me they're be days like this
But I'm cause it stays like this
And now they trying to me off to Kuwait
Gimme a
How much can a ni**a take
I ain't goin' no how
you wanna throw down
Better bring guns pal
this is the day we make 'em pay
f**k bailin' hate I bail and spray my A-K
And even if they me down
be another ni**a bigger
from the underground

So but you better step quick
Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm of the bulls**t
You're watching the makings of a
The truth didn't
Before the and aftermath
that behind the trigger?
do yah figure!?
A mutha-f**kin night
Ready to and rip s**t up
I had enough and I give a f**k

ni**as!, isn't just the
also a of mutha-f**kas dressed in blue slacks
say ni**as hang in packs and their attitude is s**tty
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of ni**as in the
They say ni**as like to do
Throw me in the cuffs with two ni**as
A street walkin' ni**a and a beat walkin' ni**a with a
I had to shoot yah and the pa*s for the take his cash
And bash his head in him at the dead in
And that's just his
Cause a ni**a me
don't really give a

Walked in the what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a muthaf**ker black
a ni**a and s**t
Ain't this a
All I wanted was some
I wanna my business else where
But
Cause who in the hell
About a black man with a need
They wanna jack me like kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is more
His pension, salary and then
daughter is my number one fan
And your trife a*s wife wants a life a black man
So who's the mac in who's the black jack
Sit and get fat off the fat cat
he thinks that he's getting over
I bust a move as smooth as
And count quick meal
I'm paid for my traid but its still real
And if you between the lines you'll find a rhyme
AS strong as a f**kin'
Mail stacked up wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and throw backs up
But the cops dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but done, now we run the block
To my stay strong keep yah heads up
They we fed up
But we they just don't give a

They just don't give a
I gotta give my f**k
you to the San FranCisco police department
f**k you to the Marin Sheriff department
you to the F.B.I
you to the C.I.A
f**k you to the
f**k you to the
f**k you to all you redneck mutha f**kas
And yah
f**k
Punk gay sensitive little d**k
2paclypse mutha f**kin'
can kiss my a*s and suck my d**k
And my uncle balls
f**k
Punks, punks, punks, punks,