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 flag in here so pledge
A few of y'all sold some albums, congrats
The game in trouble, I rescue rap
Yo, I'm a hero!
I feel the same way
Like the folks involved with Zero
And owe me boy, I'm dead serious
This year my 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 faciliy I'm John Q
I mics, I Chris Rock, I Kid Rock
I the house like I'm Run
Rap conniseur, I rock John velour
B-boy stance and hardcore
E-Dub, real name, no
Your style is over, finito,
You a parasite, type germ
You a MC in layman terms, and

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,

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,

Yeah, I got a record, I spit fouls
E don't stop, keep it grinding, puts it fo' sho'
(Grinding)
My figgedy flow is siggedy, yo
Watch me biggedy blow, and 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" M. Fresh and Baby
Got more than Kay Bee, me and my yung'uns

down before you receive a summons
And get hit for speeding, I a switch off a tree
You catch a beating for y'all
(Yeah!)
Shame on you, 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 turmoil like Mike and Givens
And watch me go off off
A yes, yes, y'all, and show off and off, and yes

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

Sermon, the word I 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
High dropout, I'm not gon' cop out
I did the thing and now a truck I hop out
"Fiesta" I'm down with R. Kelly

I'm, "Supa Fly" Missy Elliott
I stay focused, keep the cycle
Do me, proceed to rock the world Michael
Without Chris Tucker, with no Brando
Just give for J-Lo to handle
So scream at me, holla, smoke
Morse code, try a 2-way, or
And I it to ya, all day in street
Two turntables a mic and breakbeat,

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,

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