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

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

I went to the bank to my cheque
I get respect from the muthaf**kin dope man
The and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
got dough but they hate us though
You better keep mind on the real s**t

And f**k trying to get these crooked a*s hypocrites
They way they see it, we was to be keep down
Just can't why we getting respect now
Mama me they're be days like this
But I'm pissed cause it like this
And now they trying to send me off to
Gimme a
How much s**t can a take
I goin' nowhere no how
you wanna throw down
Better bring guns pal
this is the day we make 'em pay
f**k bailin' hate I 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
the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bulls**t
You're watching the of a physco-path
The didn't last
Before the and aftermath
Who's behind the trigger?
do yah figure!?
A mutha-f**kin ni**a
Ready to buck and rip up
I had and I don't give 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 in the city
They say like to do ni**as
Throw me in the cuffs just two ni**as
A street walkin' ni**a and a beat walkin' ni**a with a
I had to yah and the pa*s for the blast take his cash
And bash his in dump him at the dead in
And that's his luck
Cause a like me
really give a f**k

Walked in the store what's everybody at
They act like they seen a muthaf**ker wearing black
a ni**a and s**t
Ain't a bi**h
All I wanted was some
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 income is more
His pension, and then some
Your is my number one fan
And your trife a*s wife 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 that he's getting over
I bust a as smooth as casanova
And count another meal
I'm paid for my traid but its still real
And if you look between the lines you'll find a
AS strong as a nine
Mail stacked up ni**as act up
put the gats up and throw your backs up
But the getting dropped by the gun shot
Usta but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers strong keep yah heads up
know we fed up
But we they just give a f**k

They don't give a f**k
I gotta give my offs
you to the San FranCisco 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
you to the AmeriKKKa
f**k you to all you prejudice mutha f**kas
And yah
Y'all
Punk gay little d**k bastards
2paclypse f**kin' know
can kiss my a*s and suck my d**k
And my Tommy's balls
Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks,