Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Care

Def Squad, J.
Ha, com-bust-ya-ble, huh

It's Erick, I'm again, full fledged
flag in here so y'all pledge
A few of sold some albums, yeah congrats
The game in trouble, I must rap
Yo, I'm a hero!
Sometimes I the same way
Like the involved with Ground Zero
And owe me boy, I'm dead serious
This year my Squad better blow to

Yo, did you lose weight? Yeah, I got
Profile me like this and the camera
I'm alone, so y'all wanna do?
Take over faciliy like I'm John Q
I rock mics, I Chris Rock, I Kid
I the house like I'm Run
Rap conniseur, I rock Sean velour
stance and that's hardcore
E-Dub, real name, no
style is over, finito, finished
You a parasite, lyrical germ
You a sucker MC in terms, and

We don't nuttin 'bout you
Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh
Oh yeah, throw hands in the air
Oh yeah,

We don't nuttin 'bout you
Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the sayin', oh yeah
Oh yeah, throw hands in the air
Oh yeah,

Yeah, I got a track record, I spit
E don't stop, it grinding, puts it down fo' sho'
(Grinding)
My flow is sick siggedy, yo
Watch me biggedy blow, and y'all niggedy
It's Def Squeezy, years in rap
And now easy, I do things to please me
Yo, I through so crazy
I'm a, "Stun'na" M. Fresh and Baby
Got more than Kay Bee, me and my yung'uns

down before you receive a summons
And get hit for speeding, I break a off a tree
You catch a beating for misleading
(Yeah!)
Shame on you, when you to, huh
The Eyed Bandit, smile you on candid
Rob J. Timberlake, I got
I'm in now, ohh wow
Yeah, 'cause that's how it is, and that's how I'm
I turmoil like Mike and Robin Givens
And me go off a-go off
A yes, yes, y'all, and off and show off, and yes

We don't nuttin 'bout you
Yeah, we care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah
Oh yeah, throw hands in the air
Oh yeah,

Sermon, the I preach to ya
Control the airwaves so it can to ya
The of rap ring, I'm David Tua
The one round knockout, your pop out
school dropout, I'm not gon' cop out
I did the thing and now a truck I hop out
"Fiesta" I'm down R. Kelly shit

I'm, "Supa Fly" Missy Elliott
I stay focused, the same cycle
Do me, to rock the world like Michael
Without Chris Tucker, with no Marlon
Just give for J-Lo to handle
So scream at me, holla, smoke
code, try a 2-way, or telephone
And I it to ya, all day in street
Two a mic and breakbeat, 'cause

We don't care 'bout you
Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh
Oh yeah, your hands in the air
Oh yeah,

You got about five to get to the dance floor
You got about two seconds to get to the dance floor