Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Give a Fuck

I don't a fuck about your Girlfriends
I don't give a fuck your Man boo
I don't give a about your friends
And your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I 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 it off?
If not then keepin' bitch, fuck you

I got a whole 'lotta that I gotta resolve
Like 4 in the mornin' I get calls
They let it ring once, they let it twice
Damm, it rang times, chickens ain't right
Cussin' a sailor, fuckin' in trailors
Photoshoots, did it and told me the head was much realer
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, my space
I admit, I was the one that made the mistakes
The Fifty roamer
Had to the fake on her
Heavyweight, ringside seats in corner
Wait for her, it take days
But back where the fight takes place
Punches and
Headlocks and
Screamin' at the top of her lungs, this is spazzin'
Comin' at ya, whats up with shit?

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

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

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

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

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

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