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 must rap
Yo, I'm a hero!
Sometimes I feel the way
the folks involved with Ground Zero
And somebody owe me boy, I'm serious
This my Squad better blow to oblivious

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

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

Yeah, I got a track record, I fouls
E don't stop, keep it grinding, puts it down fo'
(Grinding)
My figgedy flow is siggedy, yo
Watch me biggedy blow, and niggedy know
It's Def Squeezy, thirteen 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 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 catch a beating for y'all
(Yeah!)
Shame on you, when you to, huh
The Green Bandit, smile you on candid
Rob J. Timberlake, I got
I'm in now, ohh wow
Yeah, 'cause how it is, and that's how I'm livin'
I bring turmoil Mike and Robin Givens
And me go off a-go off
A yes, yes, y'all, and off and show off, and yes

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

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

I'm, "Supa Dupa Fly" Elliott
I stay focused, the same cycle
Do me, proceed to the world like Michael
Without Chris Tucker, with no Marlon
give enough for J-Lo to handle
So at me, holla, smoke signals
Morse code, try a 2-way, or
And I give it to ya, all day in
Two a mic and breakbeat, 'cause

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,

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