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

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

It's Erick, I'm again, full fledged
American flag in here so y'all
A few of y'all some 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 Zero
And somebody owe me boy, I'm dead
This year my Squad blow to oblivious

Yo, did you lose Yeah, I got stamina
Profile me like this and hold the
I'm alone, so what wanna do?
over your faciliy 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 velour
B-boy stance and hardcore
E-Dub, name, no gimmicks
style is over, finito, finished
You a parasite, lyrical germ
You a MC in layman terms, and

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,

We care 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,

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

Slow down before you receive a
And get hit for speeding, I a switch off a tree
You catch a beating for misleading
(Yeah!)
Shame on you, you step 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 like Mike and Robin Givens
And me go off a-go off
A yes, yes, y'all, and show off and off, and yes

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,

Sermon, the word I to ya
the airwaves so it can reach to ya
The of rap ring, I'm David Tua
The one round knockout, your pop out
High school dropout, I'm not cop out
I did the rhymin' and now a truck I hop out
"Fiesta" I'm with R. Kelly shit

I'm, "Supa Dupa Fly" Missy
I focused, keep the same cycle
Do me, proceed to the world like Michael
Without Tucker, with no Marlon Brando
Just give for J-Lo to handle
So at me, holla, smoke 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 care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah
Oh yeah, throw your in the air
Oh yeah,

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