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 pledge
A few of y'all sold albums, yeah congrats
The game in trouble, I rescue rap
Yo, I'm a hero!
I feel the same way
Like the folks involved with Ground
And somebody owe me boy, I'm serious
This year my Squad better to oblivious

Yo, did you weight? Yeah, I got stamina
Profile me like this and the camera
I'm alone, so what y'all do?
Take over your like I'm John Q
I rock mics, I Rock, I Kid Rock
I rock the like I'm Run
Rap conniseur, I rock Sean John
stance and that's hardcore
E-Dub, name, no gimmicks
Your is over, finito, finished
You a parasite, lyrical germ
You a sucker MC in terms, and

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

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

Yeah, I got a track record, I spit
E stop, keep it grinding, puts it down fo' sho'
(Grinding)
My flow is sick siggedy, yo
Watch me biggedy blow, and y'all know
It's Def Squeezy, years in rap
And now easy, I do things to please me
Yo, I come so crazy
I'm a, "Stun'na" like M. and Baby
Got more toys Kay Bee, me and my yung'uns

Slow down before you receive a
And get hit for speeding, I a switch off a tree
You a beating for y'all misleading
(Yeah!)
Shame on you, when you 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 like Mike 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 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 dropout, I'm not gon' cop out
I did the rhymin' and now a truck I hop out
"Fiesta" I'm down R. Kelly shit

I'm, "Supa Fly" Missy Elliott
I stay focused, keep the same
Do me, proceed to the world like Michael
Without Chris Tucker, with no Marlon
Just give enough for J-Lo to
So at me, holla, smoke signals
code, try a 2-way, or telephone
And I it to ya, all day in street
Two a mic and breakbeat, 'cause

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,

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