Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Give A Fuck

Whoa!
A get your in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and because 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 goes by the of er

Slim Shady, dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M-eighty, you Little that Kim lady
I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rhymer
Cursin' at you players than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double
Admit it, fuck it, while we 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 a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin' up quick to strip your
Bought a ticket to your just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast 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 than Ron Goldman

So you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin' "Fuck the world" like
I don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit my back, dirty mackin'
your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't a fuck!
So put my tape 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
you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don't a fuck!

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

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

Somebody let me out this (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on screamin' like Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin' up while this is spinnin'
brain dead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck droppin' the jewel, I'm flippin' the treasure
bite your motherfuckin' style, just to make it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of
Sick of naggin' bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes
In I never said much, too busy havin' a headrush
Doin' too rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face
to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no
Too many mental problems got me coke and smokin' weed again
I'm goin' up over the curb, drivin' on the
made it home, but I don't got the key to get in

So you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin' "Fuck the world" like
I don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that behind my back, dirty mackin'
your boys 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 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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Zee