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 here so pledge
A few of y'all sold albums, yeah congrats
The game in trouble, I rescue rap
Yo, I'm a hero!
I feel the same way
Like the folks with Ground Zero
And owe me boy, I'm dead serious
year 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 what y'all do?
over your faciliy like 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 stance and hardcore
E-Dub, real name, no
Your is over, finito, finished
You a parasite, lyrical germ
You a MC in layman terms, and

We don't care 'bout 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 nuttin 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, it grinding, puts it down fo' sho'
(Grinding)
My figgedy flow is siggedy, yo
Watch me biggedy blow, and y'all know
It's Def Squeezy, thirteen in rap
And now easy, I do things to please me
Yo, I through so crazy
I'm a, "Stun'na" like M. Fresh and
Got more toys than Kay Bee, me and my

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

We don't care 'bout you
Yeah, we care, we come up in the spot 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 underground of rap ring, I'm Tua
The one round knockout, eyeballs 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 with R. 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
Just give enough for J-Lo to
So scream at me, holla, signals
code, try a 2-way, or telephone
And I give it to ya, all day in
Two a mic and breakbeat, 'cause

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