Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Give a Fuck

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

I got a whole problems that I gotta resolve
Like 4 in the mornin' I get anonymous
They let it ring once, let it ring twice
Damm, it rang twelve times, chickens ain't
Cussin' like a sailor, in trailors
Photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was much
have did it boo, you shouldn't have did it boo
Now you forgettin' exactly how niggas you did it too
Cut you off, shit's critical, gimme my
I admit, I was the one made the silly mistakes
The Fifty state
Had to the fake on her
Heavyweight, ringside in Nate's corner
for her, it might take days
But back home's the fight takes place
Punches and
and hatchets
Screamin' at the top of her lungs, this bitch is
Comin' at ya, whats up with that

I give a fuck about your Girlfriends
I don't a fuck about your 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 don't even know if I can you
Yo, is you jumpin' it
Is you it off?
If not then movin' bitch, fuck you

turn to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse
Engagement, marriage, divorce
Devellish acts, sinnin'
Secrets bein' spilled out, as it happens the pigeons talk
I try to keep her close by, don't mind go
Let her who the fuck she wit'
Like any Man unless whipped
A messy script leads to disputes
All your gettin' caught in our beef 'cause they thought it was

Dressin' in suits, I used to get you from
your feelings, even flipped on you first
Stripped down your
One I found your phonebook
Hidin' spots, look in all the places you thought I look
Never said shit, but shit immediate
Ripped out the numbers I needed to rip
Heated quick, did I had to do
Sat her down, she it around, looked in my eyes and quickly
Caught this

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

Some you might talk in your sleep, pig Latin
Drunk, the mornin' actin' like I didn't happen
Should I cheat? me reasonable doubt
Is the Man trickin' on you? huh? is he eatin' you out?
You're poppin' up mysterious gifts
When I ask you laugh, brushin' off the seriousness
There's nothin' worse than a bitch
With nosey friends
Six in a old BM
it to the limit
Ripped up with cushion in it
on the rug
She brains to all the thugs
While she drives, somethin' dangerous love
Got a airbag on sides, no lie
Doin' shit the hoes don't try
Wanna know why never leave you?
You're intelligent, young, and
The definition of a bitch, some'll G you
Come and see you "Next!"
after their ex

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