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

I give 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
this cops bragging about the ni**a he's jackin
I see no
All I see is ni**as dying
The of a gun blast
Then the hurst past
Just day in the life G
step lightly 'cause cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they 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 more from the muthaf**kin dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us hoes
They got dough but hate us though
You keep your mind on the real s**t

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

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

ni**as!, isn't the blacks
a gang of mutha-f**kas dressed in blue slacks
They say ni**as hang in packs and their attitude is
me, who's the biggest gang of ni**as in the city
They say like to do ni**as
Throw me in the cuffs with just two
A street ni**a and a beat walkin' ni**a with a badge
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
don't give a f**k

Walked in the store what's staring at
act like they never seen a muthaf**ker wearing black
Following a and s**t
Ain't this a
All I wanted was chips
I wanna take my business else
But
Cause who in the cares
About a black man with a need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack
I wonder if knows my income is more than
His pension, salary and then
daughter is my number one fan
And your trife a*s wife wants a with a black man
So who's the mac in fact who's the black
Sit and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks that getting over
I bust a move as smooth as
And count quick meal
I'm getting for my traid but its still real
And if you look between the you'll find a rhyme
AS as a f**kin' nine
Mail stacked up ni**as act up
put the gats up and throw 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 yah heads up
know we fed up
But we just don't give a f**k

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