Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Care (Dirty Version)

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

It's Erick, I'm back again, full
American in here 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 the same way
Like the folks involved with Zero
And somebody owe me boy, I'm serious
This my Squad better blow to oblivious

Yo, did you lose Yeah, I got stamina
Profile me like this and the camera
I'm alone, so what y'all do?
over your faciliy like I'm John Q
I rock mics, I Chris Rock, I Kid
I rock the house I'm Run
Rap conniseur, I rock John velour
stance and that's hardcore
E-Dub, name, no gimmicks
style 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 up in the spot sayin', oh yeah
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 hands 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 flow is siggedy, yo
Watch me biggedy blow, and y'all know
It's Def Squeezy, thirteen in rap
And now it's easy, I do things to me
Yo, I come so crazy
I'm a, "Stun'na" like M. Fresh and
Got more toys Kay Bee, me and my yung'uns

Slow down you receive a summons
And get hit for speeding, I break a switch off a
You catch a 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, that's how it is, and that's how I'm livin'
I bring turmoil like 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 nuttin 'bout you
Yeah, we care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah
Oh yeah, throw your in the air
Oh yeah,

Sermon, the word I to ya
Control the 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' thing and now a I hop out
"Fiesta" I'm down R. Kelly shit

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

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

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