Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Care

Def Squad, J.
Ha, com-bust-ya-ble, huh

It's Erick, I'm back again, full
flag in here so y'all pledge
A few of sold some albums, yeah congrats
The in trouble, I must rescue rap
Yo, I'm a hero!
Sometimes I the same way
Like the folks involved Ground Zero
And owe me boy, I'm dead serious
This my Squad better blow to oblivious

Yo, did you lose weight? Yeah, I got
Profile me like and hold the camera
I'm alone, so what wanna do?
Take over your faciliy I'm John Q
I mics, I Chris Rock, I Kid Rock
I rock the like I'm Run
Rap conniseur, I rock John velour
B-boy and that's hardcore
E-Dub, name, no gimmicks
Your is over, finito, finished
You a parasite, type germ
You a MC in layman terms, and

We care nuttin 'bout you
Yeah, we don't care, we up in the spot sayin', oh yeah
Oh yeah, throw your in the air
Oh yeah,

We care nuttin 'bout you
Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh
Oh yeah, your hands in the air
Oh yeah,

Yeah, I got a track record, I fouls
E don't stop, keep it grinding, puts it down fo'
(Grinding)
My figgedy is sick siggedy, yo
Watch me biggedy blow, and niggedy know
Def Squeezy, thirteen years in rap
And now it's easy, I do things to me
Yo, I through so crazy
I'm a, "Stun'na" like M. and Baby
Got more toys than Kay Bee, me and my

Slow down before you receive a
And get hit for speeding, I break a off a tree
You catch a beating for misleading
(Yeah!)
on you, when you step to, huh
The Eyed Bandit, smile you on candid
Rob J. Timberlake, I got
I'm in now, ohh wow
Yeah, 'cause how it is, and that's how I'm livin'
I bring turmoil like Mike and Robin
And me go off a-go off
A yes, yes, y'all, and show off and off, and yes

We don't care 'bout you
Yeah, we don't care, we up in the spot sayin', oh yeah
Oh yeah, your hands in the air
Oh yeah,

Sermon, the I preach to ya
Control the airwaves so it can to ya
The of rap ring, I'm David Tua
The one knockout, your eyeballs pop out
High school dropout, I'm not cop out
I did the rhymin' and now a truck I hop out
"Fiesta" I'm with R. Kelly shit

I'm, "Supa Fly" Missy Elliott
I stay focused, keep the same
Do me, proceed to rock the like Michael
Without Chris Tucker, with no Brando
Just give enough for J-Lo to
So at me, holla, smoke signals
code, try a 2-way, or telephone
And I give it to ya, all day in
Two a mic and breakbeat, 'cause

We care nuttin 'bout you
Yeah, we care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah
Oh yeah, throw your in the air
Oh yeah,

You got about five to get to the dance floor
You got about two more seconds to get to the floor