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

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

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

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

So step but you better quick
Cause the clocks tick and I'm sick of the bulls**t
You're watching the of a physco-path
The truth last
Before the and aftermath
Who's behind the trigger?
do yah figure!?
A night ni**a
to buck and rip s**t up
I had enough and I don't a f**k

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

in the store what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a wearing black
Following a and s**t
Ain't this a
All I was some chips
I wanna take my else where
But
Cause who in the hell
a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack
I wonder if knows that my is more than
His pension, salary and then
Your is my number one fan
And your trife a*s wife wants a life with a man
So who's the mac in fact the black jack
Sit and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks he's getting over
I bust a move as as casanova
And count another meal
I'm getting paid for my traid but its real
And if you between the lines you'll find a rhyme
AS strong as a f**kin'
Mail up ni**as wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and your backs up
But the cops getting by the gun shot
Usta come but he's done, now we run the
To my brothers stay strong yah heads up
They we fed up
But we they just don't a f**k

They just give a f**k
I gotta give my offs
f**k you to the San FranCisco police
f**k you to the Marin County department
you to the F.B.I
you to the C.I.A
f**k you to the
you to the AmeriKKKa
f**k you to all you redneck prejudice mutha
And yah
f**k
Punk gay sensitive little d**k
mutha f**kin' know
Y'all can kiss my a*s and my d**k
And my Tommy's balls
Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks,