Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Give a Fuck

I don't a fuck about your Girlfriends
I give a fuck about your Man boo
I don't give a about your friends
And your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't you
I don't even know why you me
I don't even if I can trust you
Yo, is you jumpin' it
Is you jumpin' it
If not then keepin' bitch, fuck you

I got a whole 'lotta problems I gotta resolve
Like 4 in the mornin' I get anonymous
They let it ring once, they let it twice
Damm, it rang twelve times, ain't right
like a sailor, fuckin' in trailors
Photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was realer
have did it boo, you shouldn't have did it boo
Now you forgettin' how many niggas you did it too
Cut you off, shit's critical, my space
I admit, I was the one that the silly mistakes
The Fifty roamer
Had to the fake on her
Heavyweight, seats in Nate's corner
Wait for her, it take days
But back home's where the fight place
and scratches
Headlocks and
Screamin' at the top of her lungs, this bitch is
Comin' at ya, whats up with that

I don't give a fuck about your
I don't give a fuck your Man boo
I don't give a about your friends
And your ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you
I don't even know why you me
I don't know if I can trust you
Yo, is you it off?
Is you jumpin' it
If not keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you

Hugs to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse
Engagement, marriage, then
Devellish acts, sinnin'
Secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons
I try to keep her by, don't mind lettin' go
Let her who the fuck she wit'
Like any Man he's whipped
A messy script leads to domestic
All your friends gettin' caught in our 'cause they thought it was

Dressin' in suits, I to get you from work
your feelings, even flipped on you first
Stripped down purse
One I found your phonebook
Hidin' spots, in all the places you thought I won't look
Never said shit, but dead immediate
Ripped out the that I needed to rip
quick, did what I had to do
Sat her down, she flipped it around, looked in my and quickly
Caught this

I give a fuck about your Girlfriends
I don't give a about your Man boo
I don't give a fuck your friends
And your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't you
I don't even know why you me
I don't know if I can trust you
Yo, is you it off?
Is you it off?
If not then keepin' bitch, fuck you

Some nights you talk in your sleep, pig Latin
Drunk, the next mornin' actin' I didn't happen
Should I cheat? give me reasonable
Is the next Man trickin' on you? huh? is he eatin' you
You're poppin' up with mysterious
When I ask you just laugh, off the seriousness
There's nothin' worse than a bitch
With nosey friends
Six in a old BM
Pushin' it to the
Ripped up seats with in it
on the rug
She give to all the thugs
While she drives, called dangerous love
Got a on both sides, no lie
shit the average hoes don't try
Wanna know why I'll never leave
intelligent, young, and evil
The definition of a real bitch, G you
and see you like "Next!"
Right after ex

I don't give a fuck your Girlfriends
I don't give a fuck about Man boo
I don't give a fuck about your
And your friends shit, and sometimes I can't understand you
I don't know why you page me
I even know if I can trust you
Yo, is you it off?
Is you it off?
If not then keepin' movin' bitch, you