Luyện nghe bài hát I Just Don't Give A Fuck

Whoa!
A get hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth ah
This is, you thought it wasn't
It beez, the brothers the Dirty Dozen
I be the the double G
And check out the man he goes by the of er

Slim Shady, dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M-eighty, you Little like that Kim
I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten
Cursin' at you players than Marty Schottenheimer
You than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out in the
I'm doin' acid, crack, smack, and smokin' dope then
My is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin' up to strip your cash
Bought a to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast make your eyes spin
You gettin' knocked the fuck out Mike Tyson
The Proof is in the puddin', just ask the Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat than Ron Goldman

So when you see me on your block two glocks
Screamin' "Fuck the world" 2pac
I don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, mackin'
your boys that I'm on crack
I don't give a fuck!
So put my back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is
I just don't a fuck!
But see me on the and duck
you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don't a fuck!

I'm Nicer Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milk bone
I'm Everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice silicone
I'm ill enough to just up dis you for no reason
I'm colder snow season when it's twenty below freezin'
Flavor with no seasonin', this is the sneak
I'll dis your magazine and still won't get a review
I'll your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold pistols
But I form like Voltron and you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin', supportin'
liar, blowin' shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker,
Half animal, man
Dumpin' your body inside of a fuckin' trash can
With more than an Afghan

So when you see me on block with two glocks
Screamin' "Fuck the world" 2pac
I don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that behind my back, dirty mackin'
your boys that I'm on crack
I don't give a fuck!
So put my tape on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my is wack
I don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street and
Cause you to get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don't a fuck!

let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin' Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin' up this record is spinnin'
Clinically brain dead, I need a second opinion
droppin' the jewel, I'm flippin' the sacred treasure
I'll your motherfuckin' style, just to make it fresher
I take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes
In school I never said much, too busy a headrush
Doin' too rush had my face flushed like red blush
I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, the women's swim team
Don't take me for a I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin' coke and smokin' again
I'm goin' up over the curb, on the median
made it home, but I don't got the key to get in

So when you see me on your block with two
Screamin' "Fuck the world" like
I just give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty
Tellin' boys that I'm on crack
I don't give a fuck!
So put my back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my is wack
I don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street and
you fittin' to get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don't a fuck!

Hey, that!

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