Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Care

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

Erick, I'm back again, full fledged
American in here so y'all pledge
A few of y'all sold some albums, yeah
The game in trouble, I rescue rap
Yo, I'm a hero!
I feel the same way
Like the folks with Ground Zero
And owe me boy, I'm dead serious
year my Squad better blow to oblivious

Yo, did you lose weight? Yeah, I got
Profile me like this and the camera
I'm alone, so what wanna do?
Take over faciliy like I'm John Q
I rock mics, I Rock, I Kid Rock
I rock the like I'm Run
Rap conniseur, I rock John velour
B-boy stance and that's
E-Dub, real name, no
Your style is over, finito,
You a parasite, type 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, throw your in the air
Oh yeah,

We don't care 'bout you
Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh
Oh yeah, throw your 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 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 to please me
Yo, I through so crazy
I'm a, "Stun'na" like M. and Baby
Got more toys Kay Bee, me and my yung'uns

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

We care 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 underground of rap ring, I'm Tua
The one round knockout, your pop out
school dropout, I'm not gon' 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" Elliott
I focused, keep the same cycle
Do me, proceed to the world like Michael
Without Chris Tucker, with no Marlon
give enough for J-Lo to handle
So scream at me, holla, signals
Morse code, try a 2-way, or
And I give it to ya, all day in
Two a mic and breakbeat, 'cause

We don't 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,

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