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

I give a f**k
They push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it
Now I'm in the back of the paddy
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
another day in the life G
Gotta lightly 'cause cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't stop at the brother man
But then they'll have an and pick up another man

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

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

So step but you better step
Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm of the bulls**t
You're watching the makings of a
The truth last
the wrath and aftermath
Who's that the trigger?
do yah figure!?
A mutha-f**kin ni**a
Ready to buck and rip up
I had enough and I give a f**k

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

Walked in the store everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a muthaf**ker black
a ni**a and s**t
Ain't a bi**h
All I was some chips
I wanna my business else where
But
Cause who in the hell
About a black man with a black
They wanna jack me like some kind of fiend
I wonder if knows that my is more than
His pension, salary and some
daughter is my number one fan
And your trife a*s wife wants a life a black man
So who's the mac in fact who's the black
Sit and get fat off the fat cat
while he that he's getting over
I a move as smooth as casanova
And count another quick
I'm getting for my traid but its still real
And if you look between the lines you'll 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 but he's done, now we run the block
To my stay strong keep yah heads up
They we fed up
But we they just give a f**k

They just don't give a
I gotta give my f**k
f**k you to the San FranCisco police
you to the Marin County Sheriff 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 mutha f**kas
And yah
Y'all
Punk gay sensitive little bastards
2paclypse mutha know
Y'all can kiss my a*s and suck my
And my Tommy's balls
f**k
Punks, punks, punks, punks,