Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Give A Fuck

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

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

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

The Grammy's and the American music pimp us like hoes
They got but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the shit
And fuck to get with these crooked ass hypocrites

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

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

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

You're the makings of a physcopath
The truth didn't last, before the and aftermath
Who's that behind the 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, just the blacks
Also a gang of dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs and their is shitty
Tell me, the biggest gang of niggas in the city

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

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

Following a nigga and shit, this a bitch
All I wanted was some chips, I take my business else where
But where? who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black

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

And your trife ass wife wants a life a black man
So who's the mac in fact the black 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 meal
I'm getting paid for my traid but its still
And if you look the lines you'll find a rhyme
As strong as a fuckin'

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

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

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

Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice and fuck yah
y'all, punk gay sensitive little dick 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