Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Give A Fuck

I give a fuck, they done push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it
Now I'm in the back of the wagon
While this cops bragging about the he's jackin'

I see no justice, all I see is dying fast
The sound of a gun blast, watch the hurst past
another 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 an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my
I get more respect the muthafuckin' dope man

The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like
got dough but they hate us though
You keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with crooked ass hypocrites

The way they see it, we was meant to be keep
Just understand why we getting respect now
told me they're be days like this
But I'm pissed 'cause it stays like

And now trying to send me off to Kuwait
a break, how much shit can a nigga take
I goin' nowhere no how, what you wanna throw down
bring your guns 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, be another nigga bigger
From the muthafuckin' underground,, so but you better step quick
'Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the

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

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

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

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

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

And your trife ass wife a life with a black man
So who's the mac in fact who's the black
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 real
And if you look between the lines you'll find a
As strong as a fuckin'

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 brothers stay strong 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 give my offs

Fuck you to the San Police Department
you to the Marin county Sheriff 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 prejudice and fuck yah
Fuck y'all, punk gay sensitive little 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