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 back of the wagon
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, 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 cash my
I get more respect from the dope man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And bash his head in dump him at the in and that's just his luck
'Cause a nigga like me really give a fuck
in the store what's 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 man with a black need

They wanna jack me like some 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 ass 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 thinks that he's getting

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

stacked up niggas wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and throw your up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun
come but he's done, now we run the block

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

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