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

I don't give a
They push me to the limit the more I live
I might up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the ni**a jackin
I see no
All I see is ni**as fast
The sound of a gun
Then the hurst past
Just another day in the G
Gotta lightly 'cause cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't stop at the brother man
But they'll have an accident and pick up another man

I went to the bank to cash my
I get more respect from the dope man
The Grammy's and the music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us
You better keep your mind on the real

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

So but you better step quick
the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bulls**t
You're the makings of a physco-path
The didn't last
Before the wrath and
Who's that behind the
do yah figure!?
A mutha-f**kin night
Ready to buck and rip up
I had enough and I don't give a

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

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

just don't give a f**k
I gotta give my f**k
f**k you to the San police department
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
f**k you to the
you to all you redneck prejudice mutha f**kas
And yah
f**k
gay sensitive little d**k bastards
2paclypse f**kin' know
Y'all can kiss my a*s and suck my
And my uncle Tommy's
f**k
Punks, punks, punks, punks,