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 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
Like the folks involved Ground Zero
And somebody owe me boy, I'm serious
year my Squad better blow to oblivious

Yo, did you lose weight? Yeah, I got
Profile me like this and hold the
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 rock the like I'm Run
Rap conniseur, I rock John velour
B-boy and that's hardcore
E-Dub, real name, no
style is over, finito, finished
You a parasite, lyrical 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 care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah
Oh yeah, throw your in the air
Oh yeah,

Yeah, I got a record, I spit fouls
E don't stop, keep it grinding, puts it fo' sho'
(Grinding)
My figgedy is sick 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" M. Fresh and Baby
Got toys than Kay Bee, me and my yung'uns

Slow down before you a summons
And get hit for speeding, I break a switch off a
You a beating for y'all misleading
(Yeah!)
Shame on you, when you to, huh
The Green Eyed Bandit, smile you on
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 turmoil like and Robin Givens
And watch me go off off
A yes, yes, y'all, and off and show off, and yes

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

Sermon, the I preach 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
High dropout, I'm not gon' cop out
I did the thing and now a truck I hop out
"Fiesta" I'm down with R. shit

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

We don't care nuttin 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 seconds to get to the dance floor
You got two more seconds to get to the dance floor