Luyện nghe bài hát Apologize

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib
(I will not apologize) I not apologize
(I not apologize) I will not apologize
This is for all of my peoples who and truly recognize
Some won't get it for I won't
(I will not apologize) I will not
(I will not apologize) I will not
is for all of my peoples who understand and truly recognize
Some get it for that I won't apologize

[P.O.R.N.]
I'm so sick cause I'm infected but but I don't a medic
Need a anesthetic, let me show you how I get it
I don't got it but I bet it, I don't worry, I sweat it
You can bitch, you can dead it, you can it there like FedEx
Nothing sweet diabetic, big dog pet it
Pack an L I wet it then I fill it till it's pregnant
(Take the high back) it everybody got a favorite
I embrace it like I date it but my grandma I chase it
(Like oh yeah) I her that her baby moving slower
Cuz the world is on his shoulders then I woke up out coma
(And got right back) at it with a little black
Lay you down craft-matic, then I'm gone, magic
(To the hideout) you want to gamble with the devil
Especially them chewy blueys got me on another level
Cuz my teacher think I'm slow but my momma I'm special
But even she know I'm coming back an echo.

(Dice Raw) Talib Kweli]

[Dice
For the statements I'm about to I will not apologize
Niggas a lot of shit, really need to stop the lies
Jewels rented, cars rented, homie that ain't
Acting on TV but to me you seem a little timid
Don't the nigga, blame America, it's all business
like a monkey is the only way to sell tickets
Shit I can dig it, niggas gossip digits
White kids buy it, a riot when we talking about pimping
Or sipping on old English brew or they think we do
Spraying double Uzis cuz you know they think we live in
The problem is with this everyone seems to be confused
The niggas on the streets to the old that watch the news
And watch BET and the shit they see
They associate with you do the shit to me
When you look at me you see just a from the projects
But can't understand this nigga's set but still

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib

[Black
Yo, a revolution's what smelling like, it ain't going be televised
Governments is hellified, taking cake and pies
I got a crust or crumb, to get some I'd be well obliged
Murder is comodified, felon for the second
Never was I into trouble I was followed by
Facing trouble no alibi, had to swallow pride
Vilified, victimized, penalized,
Ran into some that's surprised I was still alive
into my daughter's eyes, wonder how can I provide
Got to get A to B but how can I afford to drive?
Messed around, to get a job and wasn't qualified
Had to see a pal of mine, got to get the rod
Now I'm in the black Impala for the dollar sign
Palms get the itching man I got to get the
Before I fall behind, the grind will be my 9 to 5
I will not be conquered by, I will not

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib