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

I don't a f**k
done 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 wagon
this cops bragging about the ni**a he's jackin
I see no
All I see is dying fast
The of a gun blast
watch the hurst past
Just day in the life G
Gotta lightly 'cause cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they wanna 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 more respect the muthaf**kin dope man
The Grammy's and the American music pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they us though
You keep your mind on the real s**t

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

So step but you better step
the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bulls**t
You're watching the makings of a
The truth last
Before the wrath and
Who's that behind the
do yah figure!?
A night ni**a
to buck and rip s**t up
I had enough and I don't give a

ni**as!, isn't the blacks
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
They say like to do ni**as
Throw me in the with just 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 take his
And bash his head in him at the dead in
And just his luck
a ni**a like me
don't really give a

Walked in the store what's everybody at
act like they never seen a muthaf**ker wearing black
Following a and s**t
this a bi**h
All I wanted was some
I wanna take my business else
But
Cause who in the cares
About a black man with a need
They wanna jack me some kind of crack fiend
I if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then
Your is my number one fan
And your trife a*s wife wants a life a black man
So the mac in fact who's the black 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 paid for my traid but its still real
And if you look the lines you'll find a rhyme
AS as a f**kin' nine
Mail stacked up wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and your backs up
But the getting dropped by the gun shot
come but he's done, now we run the block
To my stay strong keep yah heads up
know we fed up
But we they don't give a f**k

They don't give a f**k
I gotta give my offs
f**k you to the San police department
you to the Marin County 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 prejudice mutha f**kas
And yah
Y'all
Punk gay sensitive d**k bastards
2paclypse mutha f**kin'
Y'all can my a*s and suck my d**k
And my uncle Tommy's
Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks,