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 sold some albums, congrats
The game in trouble, I rescue rap
Yo, I'm a hero!
Sometimes I feel the way
Like the involved with Ground Zero
And somebody owe me boy, I'm dead
This my Squad better blow to oblivious

Yo, did you lose Yeah, I got stamina
me like this and hold the camera
I'm alone, so what y'all do?
Take over your like I'm John Q
I rock mics, I Chris Rock, I Kid
I rock the house I'm Run
Rap conniseur, I rock Sean velour
B-boy stance and that's
E-Dub, name, no gimmicks
Your style is over, finito,
You a parasite, type lyrical
You a sucker MC in terms, and

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,

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,

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

Slow down before you receive a
And get hit for speeding, I a switch off a tree
You catch a beating for misleading
(Yeah!)
on you, when you step to, huh
The Green Eyed Bandit, 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 bring like Mike and Robin Givens
And watch me go off off
A yes, yes, y'all, and show off and off, and yes

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

Sermon, the word I to ya
Control the airwaves so it can 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 down R. Kelly shit

I'm, "Supa Fly" Missy Elliott
I focused, keep the same cycle
Do me, proceed to rock the like Michael
Without Tucker, with no Marlon Brando
Just give enough for 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 care, we come 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 about two seconds to get to the dance floor