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
flag in here 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 folks with Ground Zero
And owe me boy, I'm dead serious
This year my Squad better to oblivious

Yo, did you weight? Yeah, I got stamina
Profile me like this and hold the
I'm alone, so what y'all do?
Take over faciliy 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 velour
stance and that's hardcore
E-Dub, name, no gimmicks
Your style is over, finito,
You a parasite, type germ
You a MC in layman terms, and

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

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

Yeah, I got a track record, I spit
E don't stop, keep it grinding, puts it down fo'
(Grinding)
My figgedy flow is siggedy, yo
Watch me blow, and y'all niggedy know
Def Squeezy, thirteen years 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

Slow down you receive a summons
And get hit for speeding, I break a off a tree
You catch a for y'all misleading
(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, that's 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 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, your 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 round knockout, your pop out
school dropout, I'm not gon' 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 stay focused, keep the cycle
Do me, proceed to rock the world like
Without Chris Tucker, no Marlon Brando
give enough for J-Lo to handle
So scream at me, holla, smoke
code, try a 2-way, or telephone
And I it to ya, all day in street
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 dance
You got about two seconds to get to the dance floor