Luyện nghe bài hát Apologize

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Kweli]
(I not apologize) I will 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 not apologize) I will not apologize
(I will not apologize) I will not
This is for all of my who understand and truly recognize
won't 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 need a
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 don't it
You can bitch, you can it, you can take it there like FedEx
Nothing sweet diabetic, big dog pet it
Pack an L then I wet it I fill it till it's pregnant
(Take the high back) face it got a favorite
I embrace it like I date it but my grandma think I it
(Like oh yeah) I her that her baby moving slower
Cuz the world is on his then I woke up out that coma
(And got right back) at it a little black 'matic
Lay you down craft-matic, then I'm gone, black
(To the hideout) you don't want to gamble the devil
when them chewy blueys got me on another level
Cuz my teacher I'm slow but my momma think I'm special
But even she know I'm coming back an echo.

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib

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

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib

[Black
Yo, a revolution's it's smelling like, it ain't going be televised
is hellified, taking cake and selling pies
I ain't got a crust or crumb, to get some I'd be obliged
Murder is comodified, felon for the second
Never was I into chasing trouble I was by
trouble with no alibi, had to swallow pride
Vilified, victimized, penalized,
Ran some people 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?
around, tried 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
I fall behind, guess the grind will be my 9 to 5
I will not be by, I will not apologize

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib