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, fledged
American flag in here so y'all
A few of y'all sold some albums, congrats
The game in trouble, I must rap
Yo, I'm a hero!
Sometimes I the same way
Like the folks involved with Zero
And somebody owe me boy, I'm dead
year my Squad better blow to oblivious

Yo, did you weight? 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 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, 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 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, it grinding, puts it down fo' sho'
(Grinding)
My figgedy is sick siggedy, yo
Watch me biggedy blow, and y'all know
It's Def Squeezy, 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 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 a beating 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, that's how it is, and that's how I'm livin'
I bring turmoil like Mike and Robin
And me go off a-go off
A yes, yes, y'all, and off and show off, and yes

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

Sermon, the I preach to ya
Control the so it can reach to ya
The of rap ring, I'm David Tua
The one round knockout, your 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. Kelly

I'm, "Supa Fly" Missy Elliott
I focused, keep the same cycle
Do me, proceed to rock the world Michael
Chris Tucker, with no Marlon Brando
Just give enough for to handle
So scream at me, holla, signals
code, try a 2-way, or telephone
And I give it to ya, all day in
Two turntables a mic and breakbeat,

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

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