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 blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the paddy
While this cops bragging about the nigga 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 step lightly 'cuz tried to snipe me

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

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

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

And now they trying to send me off to
Gimme a break, how much shit can a nigga
I goin' nowhere no how, what you wanna throw down
Better bring your guns pal, this is the day we make 'em pay

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

You're watching the 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, ready to buck and rip up

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

say niggas like to do niggas
Throw me in the cuffs just two niggas
A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a
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 just his luck
'Cause a nigga me don't really give a fuck
Walked in the store what's everybody at
act like they never seen a muthafucker wearing black

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

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

And trife 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 that he's 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 lines you'll a rhyme
As as a fuckin' nine

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

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

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

Fuck you to all you redneck muthafuckas and fuck yah
Fuck y'all, 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