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 back of the paddy
While this cops about the nigga he's jackin'

I see no justice, all I see is niggas fast
The sound of a gun blast, then watch the hurst
Just day in the life 'G'
Gotta step lightly 'cuz tried to snipe me

The catch, they wanna stop at the brother man
But then they'll have an accident and up another man
I went to the bank to cash my
I get more respect from the muthafuckin' man

The and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but hate us though
You better keep your on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these ass hypocrites

The way they see it, we was meant to be down
can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me be days like this
But I'm 'cause it stays like this

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

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

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

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

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

And bash his head in dump him at the dead in and that's his luck
'Cause a nigga like me don't really give a
in the store what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a muthafucker wearing

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

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

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

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

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

To my stay strong keep yah heads up
know we fed up, but we they just don't give a fuck
They just 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

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