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

I don't give a
They done me to the limit the more I live
I blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the paddy
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 the hurst past
Just day in the life G
Gotta step lightly 'cause cops tried to me
The catch, they don't stop at the brother man
But then have an accident and pick up another man

I to the bank to cash my cheque
I get respect 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 keep your on the real s**t

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

So step but you better 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 ni**a
Ready to buck and rip up
I had enough and I don't give a

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

Walked in the store everybody staring at
They act like they seen a muthaf**ker wearing black
Following a ni**a and
this a bi**h
All I wanted was chips
I wanna take my business where
But
Cause who in the hell
About a man with a black need
They jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then
Your daughter is my one fan
And trife a*s wife wants a life with a black man
So who's the mac in who's the black jack
Sit and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks that getting over
I bust a move as smooth as
And count another meal
I'm paid for my traid but its still real
And if you look between the lines you'll a rhyme
AS as a f**kin' nine
stacked up ni**as wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and your backs up
But the cops getting by the gun shot
come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep yah up
know we fed up
But we they just don't give a

They just give a f**k
I gotta give my f**k
f**k you to the San FranCisco police
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 prejudice mutha
And yah
Y'all
Punk gay sensitive little bastards
2paclypse f**kin' know
can kiss my a*s and suck my d**k
And my uncle balls
f**k
Punks, punks, punks, punks,