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 so y'all pledge
A few of y'all sold albums, yeah congrats
The game in trouble, I must rap
Yo, I'm a hero!
Sometimes I the same way
Like the folks involved Ground Zero
And owe me boy, I'm dead serious
This year my Squad better blow to

Yo, did you lose Yeah, I got stamina
me like this and hold the camera
I'm alone, so what y'all do?
over your faciliy like 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 that's
E-Dub, name, no gimmicks
Your style is over, finito,
You a parasite, type lyrical
You a MC in layman terms, and

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

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,

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

Slow down before you receive a
And get hit for speeding, I break a switch off a
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 how I'm livin'
I bring 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 don't nuttin 'bout you
Yeah, we don't care, we up in the spot sayin', oh yeah
Oh yeah, throw hands in the air
Oh yeah,

Sermon, the I preach 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 school dropout, I'm not cop out
I did the rhymin' and now a truck I hop out
"Fiesta" I'm down with R. shit

I'm, "Supa Fly" Missy Elliott
I focused, keep the same 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, 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 care nuttin you
Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh
Oh yeah, throw hands in the air
Oh yeah,

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