Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Give A Fuck

I don't give a fuck, they done push me to the limit the more I
I might blow up any minute, did it
Now I'm in the of the paddy wagon
this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin'

I see no justice, all I see is niggas dying
The sound of a gun blast, then the hurst past
another day in the life 'G'
Gotta lightly 'cuz cops tried to snipe me

The catch, they don't stop at the brother man
But then have an accident and pick up another man
I to the bank to cash my check
I get more respect from the muthafuckin' man

The Grammy's and the American music shows us like hoes
They got dough but they us though
You better keep mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get these crooked ass hypocrites

The way 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 they trying to me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break, how shit can a nigga take
I ain't goin' nowhere no how, you wanna throw down
Better bring your pal, 'cuz this is the day we make 'em pay

bailin' hate I bail and spray with my AK
And even if they shoot me down, be another nigga bigger
the muthafuckin' underground,, so step but you better step quick
'Cause the goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit

watching the makings of a physcopath
The truth didn't last, before the wrath and
Who's behind the trigger? Who'd do yah figure?
A muthafuckin' night nigga, to buck and rip shit up

I had enough and I don't give a fuck, niggas, isn't just the
a gang of muthafuckas dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs and attitude is shitty
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of in the city

They say niggas to do niggas
Throw me in the cuffs just two niggas
A walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge
I had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast his cash

And bash his head in him at the dead in and that's just his luck
'Cause a nigga like me don't really a fuck
Walked in the store everybody staring at
They act like never seen a muthafucker wearing black

Following a and shit, ain't this a bitch
All I wanted was chips, I wanna take my business else where
But where? 'Cause who in the hell
About a black man with a need

They jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my is more than
His pension, salary and some
daughter is my number one fan

And your trife ass wife wants a life with a man
So who's the mac in fact who's the black
Sit and get fat off the fat cat
While he thinks that getting over

I bust a move as smooth as and count another quick meal
I'm getting paid for my traid but its still
And if you look between the you'll find a rhyme
As strong as a fuckin'

Mail stacked up wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and throw backs up
But the cops dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but done, now we run the block

To my brothers strong keep yah heads up
They we fed up, but we they just don't give a fuck
just don't give a fuck, I gotta give my fuck offs

Fuck you to the San Francisco Department
Fuck you to the Marin Sheriff Department
Fuck you to the F.B.I., you to the C.I.A.
Fuck you to the bush, fuck you to the

Fuck you to all you redneck muthafuckas and fuck yah
Fuck y'all, punk gay sensitive little bastards, 2paclypse
Muthafuckin' know, can kiss my ass and suck my dick and
My Tommy's balls, fuck y'all, punks, punks, punks, punks, punks