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 so y'all pledge
A few of y'all sold some albums, yeah
The game in trouble, I rescue rap
Yo, I'm a hero!
Sometimes I feel the way
Like the folks involved with Zero
And somebody owe me boy, I'm dead
This my Squad better blow to oblivious

Yo, did you lose weight? Yeah, I got
me like this and hold the camera
I'm alone, so y'all wanna do?
Take over your faciliy like I'm Q
I mics, I Chris Rock, I Kid Rock
I the house like I'm Run
Rap conniseur, I rock Sean John
stance and that's 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 'bout 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 hands in the air
Oh yeah,

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

down before you receive a summons
And get hit for speeding, I break a switch off a
You a beating for y'all misleading
(Yeah!)
on you, when you step to, huh
The Eyed Bandit, smile 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 turmoil 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 nuttin 'bout you
Yeah, we care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah
Oh yeah, throw hands 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 knockout, your eyeballs 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 rock the like Michael
Without Chris Tucker, with no Brando
Just enough for J-Lo to handle
So scream at me, holla, smoke
Morse code, try a 2-way, or
And I it to ya, all day in street
Two turntables a mic and breakbeat,

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,

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