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

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

Erick, I'm back again, full fledged
American flag in so y'all pledge
A few of y'all some albums, yeah congrats
The in trouble, I must rescue rap
Yo, I'm a hero!
Sometimes I the same way
Like the folks involved with Zero
And owe me boy, I'm dead serious
This year my Squad better blow to

Yo, did you weight? Yeah, I got stamina
Profile me like this and the camera
I'm alone, so y'all wanna do?
Take over your like I'm John Q
I mics, I Chris Rock, I Kid Rock
I the house like I'm Run
Rap conniseur, I rock Sean John
B-boy stance and that's
E-Dub, real name, no
Your is over, finito, finished
You a parasite, type germ
You a MC in layman terms, and

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

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

Yeah, I got a track record, I spit
E don't stop, it grinding, puts it down fo' sho'
(Grinding)
My figgedy is sick siggedy, yo
Watch me biggedy blow, and y'all niggedy
Def Squeezy, thirteen years in rap
And now it's easy, I do to please me
Yo, I come so crazy
I'm a, "Stun'na" like M. and Baby
Got toys than Kay Bee, me and my yung'uns

Slow down before you receive a
And get hit for speeding, I break a off a tree
You catch a beating for misleading
(Yeah!)
Shame on you, you step to, huh
The Green Bandit, smile you on candid
Rob J. Timberlake, I got
I'm in now, ohh wow
Yeah, 'cause that's how it is, and how I'm livin'
I bring turmoil like and Robin Givens
And me go off a-go off
A yes, yes, y'all, and show off and off, and yes

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,

Sermon, the I preach to ya
the airwaves so it can reach to ya
The of rap ring, I'm David Tua
The one knockout, your eyeballs pop out
school 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 Dupa Fly" Elliott
I stay focused, the same cycle
Do me, to rock the world like Michael
Without Chris Tucker, with no Marlon
Just give enough for J-Lo to
So at me, holla, smoke signals
code, try a 2-way, or telephone
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, throw hands in the air
Oh yeah,

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