Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Care

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

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

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

We care nuttin 'bout you
Yeah, we care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah
Oh yeah, your hands in the air
Oh yeah,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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