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 rescue rap
Yo, I'm a hero!
Sometimes I feel the way
Like the folks involved with Ground
And somebody owe me boy, I'm dead
year my Squad better blow to oblivious

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

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

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

Yeah, I got a track record, I fouls
E don't stop, keep it grinding, puts it fo' sho'
(Grinding)
My figgedy flow is siggedy, yo
Watch me biggedy blow, and y'all niggedy
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 than Kay Bee, me and my

Slow before you receive a summons
And get hit for speeding, I a switch off a tree
You catch a for y'all misleading
(Yeah!)
Shame on you, you step to, huh
The Green Bandit, smile 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 turmoil 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 sayin', oh yeah
Oh yeah, your hands in the air
Oh yeah,

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

I'm, "Supa Dupa Fly" Missy
I stay focused, the same cycle
Do me, proceed to rock the world like
Without Tucker, with no Marlon Brando
give enough 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 care nuttin 'bout you
Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh
Oh yeah, throw your in the air
Oh yeah,

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