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 the Dirty Dozen
I be the the double G
And check out the man he by the name of er

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

So when you see me on your with two glocks
"Fuck the world" like 2pac
I just give a fuck!
that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your 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 give a fuck!
But see me on the and duck
Cause you get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just give a fuck!

I'm Nicer 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 straight up dis you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season it's twenty below freezin'
Flavor with no seasonin', is the sneak preview
I'll dis your magazine and still won't get a review
I'll make your freak leave you, the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen your pistols
But I form like Voltron and you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin', abortion
liar, blowin' shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
Impulsive thinker, drinker, addict
Half animal, man
Dumpin' your body inside of a fuckin' trash can
With holes than an Afghan

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

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

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

Hey, that!

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