Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Give A Fuck

Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to 'em
And like, back and because ah
This is, what you it wasn't
It beez, the representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the the double G
And check out the man he by the name of er

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

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

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

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

let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage like Rage Against the Machine
I'm I'm a fiend, shootin' up while this record is spinnin'
Clinically brain dead, I don't a second opinion
Fuck the jewel, I'm flippin' the sacred treasure
I'll bite your style, just to make it fresher
I can't the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin' bosses bitchin' I'm washin' dishes
In school I said much, too busy havin' a headrush
Doin' too much rush had my face like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no
Too many mental got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again
I'm goin' up over the curb, drivin' on the
Finally it home, but I don't got the key to get in

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

Hey, that!

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