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

I don't give a
They done push me to the the more I live
I might up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the of the paddy wagon
this cops bragging about the ni**a he's jackin
I see no
All I see is ni**as dying
The sound of a gun
watch the hurst past
Just another day in the G
Gotta step lightly 'cause cops tried to me
The catch, they don't wanna stop at the man
But then they'll have an accident and pick up man

I went to the bank to my cheque
I get more respect from the muthaf**kin man
The Grammy's and the American music pimp us like hoes
They got dough but hate us though
You better your mind on the real 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 can't understand why we getting now
Mama told me be days like this
But I'm pissed it stays like this
And now they to send me off to Kuwait
a break
How much can a ni**a take
I goin' nowhere no how
What you wanna throw
Better bring your pal
'cause this is the day we 'em pay
bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me
be another ni**a bigger
from the underground

So but you better step quick
Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm of the bulls**t
You're the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn't
Before the wrath and
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 don't give a

ni**as!, just the blacks
also a gang of 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 ni**as like to do
me in the cuffs with just two ni**as
A street ni**a and a beat walkin' ni**a with a badge
I had to shoot yah and the pa*s for the blast his cash
And his head in dump him at the dead in
And that's his luck
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
Following a ni**a and
this a bi**h
All I wanted was some
I wanna take my business else
But
who in the hell cares
About a black man a black need
They wanna jack me some kind of crack fiend
I if knows that my income 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 jack
Sit and get fat off the fat cat
while he that he's getting over
I bust a move as smooth as
And count another quick
I'm getting paid for my traid but its real
And if you look between the lines you'll a rhyme
AS as a f**kin' nine
stacked up ni**as wanna act up
Let's put the up and throw 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 don't give a f**k

just don't give a f**k
I gotta my f**k offs
f**k you to the San FranCisco 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
you to the AmeriKKKa
f**k you to all you redneck prejudice f**kas
And yah
Y'all
Punk gay little d**k bastards
2paclypse f**kin' know
Y'all can kiss my a*s and my d**k
And my Tommy's balls
f**k
Punks, punks, punks, punks,