Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Care

Yeah, the foundation, LGP
Latin's goin' baby
yeah, yeah
Year 2000, Terror Squadians, Squad
You won't like me when I'm
We rock the and
I guarantee you, you won't me when I'm angry
Yeah, yeah, yeah Terror
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
We the party and

Yeah! I tear the up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun
My fuckin' brother, makin' motherfuckers run for
The number runner son, I'm but a hustler
Burnin' with drugs, stuffed up in the muffler
Shut the fuck up! Bust a slug through jugular
Plus get fucked up with golf clubs, never front on us
T.S. baby, out the B.X. baby
So if they B.S., we deeper the U.S. navy

You ain't crazy, laid up in the club like
all the ladies, showin' us nothin' but love
Guzzlin' 80, proof to truth, to the gut
In a Mercedes, Coupe up doin' a buck
If jakes chase me, I'm cuttin' off trucks, my luck
It's all gravy, the blunt, blazin' it up
Maybe you hate me, your baby mom's on my nuts
She wanna rape me just because I'm sexy as fuck, so what?

Tear the up 'cause we don't care
Everybody strip, yeah we care
Shoot the place up yeah, we don't care,
We care, nuh-ah! We don't care!! Nahhhahh!
Yeah, we don't care, T
Yeah, we don't care, fuck you
Nah we don't care,
We don't care, nuh-ah! We care!! Nahhhahh!

Yo, I'm livin' in mansions, me the Spanish props
I got to it
Loadin' and bustin' a mac, did in the past
Was grabbin' the girls on asses
Duck when the mac hits or be dead before body falls
'Cause my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani laws
My trigger got no nigga, I'm blowin apart liver
And the glocks, call to the cops, blowin' the spot

Baby better head for the hills, my niggaz for the night
My lead ready to peel shit really real
My clip fillity fill chick with a chill
My dick to kill, we fittin' to ill
No survivors, frozen or roses and flowers
Sour the grapes for those the Squaders
Thrown in the garbage, like funky pajamas, word to my mama
I'ma it funky for homies livin' tomorrow

You fuckin' scholars, street knowledge
kids stuck to the projects
Go ahead keep checkin mall
And me and Cuban gon' doublin' our chips
talkin' that dumb shit like you want it
Yeah are you gonna buck shit
this mug shit 02.15

Tear the club up we don't care
Everybody strip, we don't care
Shoot the up, we don't care, nuh-ah
We don't care, nuh-ah! We care!! Nahhhahh!
Now we don't care, T
Now we care, fuck you nigga
We care, nuh-ah
We care, nuh-ah! We don't care!! Nahhhahh!

Yeah, Big
Cuban link, Terror
Y'all wanna Gon' party our way
Anything
The code of the streets, what?