Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Give A Fuck

Whoa!
A get hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth ah
This is, you thought it wasn't
It beez, the brothers representin' the Dozen
I be the F-R-O the G
And check out the man he by the name of er

Slim Shady, brain like Jim Brady
I'm a M-eighty, you Little like that Kim
I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten
Cursin' at you players than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the you bit your style from
You ain't gonna two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, we comin' out in the open
I'm acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin' dope then
My name is Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better your wallet cause I'm comin' up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast it'll make eyes spin
You gettin' knocked the out like Mike Tyson
The Proof is in the puddin', just ask the Deshaun
I'll slit motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman

So when you see me on block with two glocks
Screamin' "Fuck the world" 2pac
I just don't a fuck!
Talkin' that shit my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' boys that I'm on crack
I just don't a fuck!
So put my tape back on the
Go run and your friends my shit is wack
I just don't a fuck!
But see me on the and duck
Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and
I just don't give a fuck!

I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a to crush a milk bone
I'm Everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up dis you for no
I'm colder than snow when it's twenty below freezin'
Flavor with no seasonin', this is the sneak
I'll dis your magazine and still won't get a review
I'll make freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin', supportin'
liar, blowin' shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, man
Dumpin' your dead inside of a fuckin' trash can
With holes than an Afghan

So when you see me on your with two glocks
Screamin' "Fuck the world" 2pac
I just give a fuck!
that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your that I'm on crack
I just give a fuck!
So put my back on the rack
Go run and tell your my shit is wack
I don't give a fuck!
But see me on the and duck
you fittin' to get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don't a fuck!

let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin' like Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin' up while this record is
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second
Fuck droppin' the jewel, I'm the sacred treasure
I'll your motherfuckin' style, just to make it fresher
I can't the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin' bosses bitchin' while I'm dishes
In school I never much, too busy havin' a headrush
Doin' too much rush had my flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face
Went to gym in eighth grade, the women's swim team
Don't me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed
I'm up over the curb, drivin' on the median
Finally made it home, but I got the key to get in

So you see me on your block with two glocks
"Fuck the world" like 2pac
I don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' boys that I'm on crack
I just give a fuck!
So put my tape on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my is wack
I just don't a fuck!
But see me on the street and
Cause you fittin' to get stuck, stoned, and
Cause I just give a fuck!

Hey, that!

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