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
American flag in here so y'all
A few of y'all some albums, yeah congrats
The game in trouble, I rescue rap
Yo, I'm a hero!
Sometimes I feel the way
Like the folks involved Ground Zero
And somebody owe me boy, I'm serious
year my Squad better blow to oblivious

Yo, did you weight? Yeah, I got stamina
Profile me like this and hold the
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 like 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, type lyrical
You a MC in layman terms, and

We care 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,

We don't care '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, 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. Fresh and
Got toys than Kay Bee, me and my yung'uns

Slow down before you a summons
And get hit for speeding, I break a switch off a
You catch a beating for y'all
(Yeah!)
on you, when you step to, huh
The Eyed Bandit, smile 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 bring turmoil 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 don't care, we up in the spot 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 round knockout, eyeballs pop out
High dropout, I'm not gon' cop out
I did the rhymin' thing and now a I hop out
"Fiesta" I'm with R. Kelly shit

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

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

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