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

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

I went to the bank to my cheque
I get more respect from the dope man
The Grammy's and the music shows pimp us like hoes
got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real

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

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

ni**as!, just the blacks
also a of mutha-f**kas dressed in blue slacks
They say ni**as hang in packs and attitude is s**tty
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of ni**as in the
say ni**as like to do ni**as
Throw me in the with just two ni**as
A walkin' ni**a and a beat 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 dump him at the in
And that's just his
a ni**a like me
don't really a f**k

Walked in the store what's staring at
They act like they never a muthaf**ker wearing black
Following a and s**t
Ain't a bi**h
All I was some chips
I wanna my business else where
But
who in the hell cares
About a black man with a need
They wanna jack me like some of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is than
His pension, salary and then
Your daughter is my one fan
And your trife a*s wife a life with a black man
So who's the mac in fact who's the jack
Sit and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks that he's 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
stacked up ni**as wanna act up
Let's put the up and throw your backs up
But the cops dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay keep yah heads up
They we fed up
But we they just give a f**k

just don't give a f**k
I gotta my f**k offs
f**k you to the San police department
f**k you to the Marin County 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 little bastards
2paclypse f**kin' know
Y'all can kiss my a*s and suck my
And my uncle balls
Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks,