Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Care

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

It's Erick, I'm back again, fledged
American flag in here so pledge
A few of sold some albums, yeah congrats
The game in trouble, I rescue rap
Yo, I'm a hero!
Sometimes I feel the way
the folks involved with Ground Zero
And somebody owe me boy, I'm serious
This my Squad better blow to oblivious

Yo, did you weight? Yeah, I got stamina
Profile me like and hold the camera
I'm alone, so y'all wanna do?
Take over your like I'm John Q
I rock mics, I Chris Rock, I Kid
I rock the house I'm Run
Rap conniseur, I rock Sean John
B-boy stance and hardcore
E-Dub, name, no gimmicks
Your style is over, finito,
You a parasite, type germ
You a sucker MC in terms, and

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,

We don't care 'bout you
Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh
Oh yeah, throw hands 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 flow is sick siggedy, yo
Watch me biggedy blow, and y'all niggedy
It's Def Squeezy, thirteen in rap
And now it's easy, I do things to me
Yo, I through so crazy
I'm a, "Stun'na" like M. Fresh and
Got more toys Kay Bee, me and my yung'uns

Slow down before you receive a
And get hit for speeding, I break a off a tree
You a beating for y'all misleading
(Yeah!)
on you, when you step to, huh
The Green Eyed Bandit, you on candid
Rob J. Timberlake, I got
I'm in now, ohh wow
Yeah, that's how it is, and that's how I'm livin'
I bring turmoil like and Robin 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 spot sayin', oh
Oh yeah, throw your 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
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 Fly" Missy Elliott
I stay focused, the same cycle
Do me, proceed to rock the like Michael
Without Chris Tucker, no Marlon Brando
Just give enough for J-Lo to
So scream at me, holla, smoke
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 care nuttin you
Yeah, we care, we come up in the spot 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