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 so y'all pledge
A few of y'all sold albums, yeah congrats
The game in trouble, I must rap
Yo, I'm a hero!
I feel the same way
Like the folks involved with Ground
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?
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 John velour
B-boy stance and hardcore
E-Dub, real name, no
Your style is over, finito,
You a parasite, type germ
You a sucker MC in terms, and

We don't 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,

We don't 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,

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

down before you receive a summons
And get hit for speeding, I a switch off a tree
You catch a for y'all 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 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, throw hands 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
High school dropout, I'm not cop out
I did the rhymin' thing and now a I hop out
"Fiesta" I'm down with R. Kelly

I'm, "Supa Dupa Fly" Missy
I stay focused, keep the same
Do me, proceed to rock the like Michael
Chris 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 nuttin 'bout you
Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the sayin', oh yeah
Oh yeah, your hands in the air
Oh yeah,

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