Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Care

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

It's Erick, I'm back again, full
American flag in here so pledge
A few of y'all sold albums, yeah congrats
The in trouble, I must rescue 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 my Squad better blow to oblivious

Yo, did you weight? Yeah, I got stamina
me like this and hold the camera
I'm alone, so y'all wanna do?
Take over your faciliy 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
B-boy stance and that's
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 care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah
Oh yeah, your hands in the air
Oh yeah,

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

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

Slow down 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, you step 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 bring turmoil like Mike and 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 care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah
Oh yeah, your hands in the air
Oh yeah,

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

I'm, "Supa Dupa Fly" Elliott
I stay focused, the same cycle
Do me, proceed to the world like Michael
Without Tucker, with no Marlon Brando
Just enough for J-Lo to handle
So at me, holla, smoke signals
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 nuttin 'bout you
Yeah, we care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah
Oh yeah, throw your in the air
Oh yeah,

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