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 blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the paddy
While this cops bragging the ni**a he's jackin
I see no
All I see is ni**as dying
The of a gun blast
watch the hurst past
Just another day in the G
step lightly 'cause cops tried to snippe me
The catch, don't wanna stop at the brother man
But they'll have an accident and pick up another man

I to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the muthaf**kin 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
way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just understand why we getting respect now
Mama me they're be days like this
But I'm pissed it stays like this
And now trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a
How much can a ni**a take
I ain't goin' no how
What you throw down
Better your guns pal
'cause is the day we make 'em pay
f**k hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if shoot me down
There'll be ni**a bigger
from the mutha-f**kin'

So step but you better 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
also a of mutha-f**kas dressed in blue slacks
They say ni**as hang in and their attitude is s**tty
me, who's the biggest gang of ni**as in the city
They say ni**as like to do
Throw me in the with just two ni**as
A street walkin' ni**a and a beat walkin' ni**a with a
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
Cause a ni**a me
really give a f**k

Walked in the store what's staring at
They act like never seen a muthaf**ker wearing black
a ni**a and s**t
Ain't this a
All I wanted was some
I wanna take my else where
But
Cause who in the cares
About a black man with a black
They wanna me like some kind of crack fiend
I if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and some
Your daughter is my one fan
And your trife a*s wants a life with a black man
So who's the mac in fact the black jack
Sit and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks that getting over
I bust a move as as casanova
And count another quick
I'm getting paid for my traid but its still
And if you look between the lines you'll a rhyme
AS strong as a f**kin'
Mail stacked up ni**as act up
put the gats up and throw your backs up
But the cops dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but he's done, now we run the
To my brothers stay keep yah heads up
They we fed up
But we they just don't give a

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