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 rescue rap
Yo, I'm a hero!
Sometimes I feel the way
Like the involved with Ground Zero
And owe me boy, I'm dead serious
This year my Squad blow to oblivious

Yo, did you lose weight? Yeah, I got
Profile me like this and the camera
I'm alone, so y'all wanna 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 Sean John
B-boy stance and that's
E-Dub, real name, no
style is over, finito, finished
You a parasite, lyrical germ
You a sucker MC in terms, and

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,

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

Slow down you receive a summons
And get hit for speeding, I a switch off a tree
You catch a for y'all misleading
(Yeah!)
Shame on you, when you 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 that's how I'm
I bring like 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 care 'bout 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
Control the airwaves so it can to ya
The of rap ring, I'm David Tua
The one round knockout, your 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 Dupa Fly" Elliott
I stay focused, the same cycle
Do me, to rock the world like Michael
Without Chris Tucker, with no Brando
Just give for J-Lo to handle
So at me, holla, smoke signals
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 '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 floor
You got two more seconds to get to the dance floor