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 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 of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst
another day in the life G
Gotta lightly 'cause cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't wanna at the brother man
But then they'll an accident and pick up another man

I went to the bank to my cheque
I get respect from the muthaf**kin dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows us like hoes
They got dough but hate us though
You better 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 down
can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they're be days like
But I'm pissed cause it like this
And now they trying to send me off to
a break
How much can a ni**a take
I ain't nowhere no how
you wanna throw down
Better bring guns pal
'cause this is the day we 'em pay
f**k hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me
There'll be another ni**a
the mutha-f**kin' underground

So step but you better quick
Cause the clocks goin' 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 the trigger?
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!, isn't just the
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 gang 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 beat walkin' ni**a a badge
I had to shoot yah and the pa*s for the take his cash
And his head in dump him at the dead in
And just his luck
Cause a like me
don't really give a

Walked in the store what's everybody at
They act like never seen a muthaf**ker wearing black
Following a ni**a and
this a bi**h
All I wanted was some
I wanna my business else where
But
who in the hell cares
About a man with a black need
They wanna me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows my income is more than
His pension, and then some
daughter is my number one fan
And trife a*s wife 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 that he's getting over
I bust a move as smooth as
And count another meal
I'm getting for my traid but its still real
And if you look between the lines you'll a rhyme
AS strong as a 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
Usta come but done, now we run the block
To my brothers strong keep yah heads up
know we fed up
But we they just don't a f**k

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