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

I give a f**k
They done 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 bragging about the ni**a he's jackin
I see no
All I see is ni**as fast
The sound of a gun
Then watch the hurst
Just day in the life G
Gotta step 'cause cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they wanna stop at the brother man
But then they'll an accident and pick up another man

I went to the to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the muthaf**kin man
The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like
got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the s**t

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

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

ni**as!, isn't the blacks
also a gang of dressed in blue slacks
say ni**as hang in packs and their attitude is s**tty
Tell me, the biggest gang of ni**as in the city
They say like to do ni**as
Throw me in the cuffs 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 his cash
And bash his head in him at the dead in
And that's his luck
a ni**a like me
don't give a f**k

Walked in the store everybody staring at
They act like they seen a muthaf**ker wearing black
Following a ni**a and
Ain't this a
All I wanted was some
I take my business else where
But
Cause who in the hell
About a black man with a black
wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then
Your daughter is my one fan
And trife a*s wife wants a life with a black man
So the mac in fact who's the black jack
Sit and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks that he's getting
I bust a move as as casanova
And another quick meal
I'm getting paid for my traid but its still
And if you look between the lines find a rhyme
AS strong as a nine
Mail stacked up wanna act up
Let's put the up and throw your backs up
But the getting dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep yah up
know we fed up
But we they just don't give a

just don't give a f**k
I give my f**k offs
you to the San FranCisco police department
f**k you to the Marin County Sheriff
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 sensitive d**k bastards
2paclypse mutha know
Y'all can kiss my a*s and my d**k
And my Tommy's balls
Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks,