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

I don't give a
They done push me to the limit the more I
I might up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the wagon
While this cops bragging about the 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 lightly 'cause cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't wanna at the brother man
But then have an accident and pick up another man

I went to the bank to my cheque
I get more respect the muthaf**kin dope man
The Grammy's and the American music pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us
You keep your mind on the real s**t

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

So step but you step quick
Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the
watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn't
the wrath and aftermath
Who's behind the trigger?
do yah figure!?
A mutha-f**kin night
Ready to and rip s**t up
I had enough and I don't give a

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

Walked in the store what's staring at
They act like they never seen a wearing black
a ni**a and s**t
Ain't a bi**h
All I wanted was chips
I wanna my business else where
But
who in the hell cares
About a man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some of crack fiend
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 thinks he's getting over
I bust a as smooth as casanova
And count another quick
I'm getting paid for my but its still real
And if you between the lines you'll find a rhyme
AS strong as a nine
Mail stacked up wanna act up
Let's put the up and throw your backs up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun
Usta but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers strong keep yah heads up
They we fed up
But we they just don't a f**k

They just don't 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
f**k you to all you redneck mutha f**kas
And yah
f**k
Punk gay little d**k bastards
mutha f**kin' know
Y'all can kiss my a*s and suck my
And my uncle balls
f**k
Punks, punks, punks, punks,