Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Care (Dirty Version)

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

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

Yo, did you weight? Yeah, I got stamina
Profile me this and hold the camera
I'm alone, so y'all wanna do?
Take your faciliy like I'm John Q
I mics, I Chris Rock, I Kid Rock
I the house like I'm Run
Rap conniseur, I Sean John velour
stance and that's hardcore
E-Dub, name, no gimmicks
Your is over, finito, finished
You a parasite, lyrical germ
You a sucker MC in terms, and

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

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

Yeah, I got a record, I spit fouls
E don't stop, keep it grinding, puts it fo' sho'
(Grinding)
My figgedy flow is siggedy, yo
Watch me biggedy blow, and y'all niggedy
It's Def Squeezy, thirteen in rap
And now it's easy, I do things to me
Yo, I come so crazy
I'm a, "Stun'na" M. Fresh and Baby
Got toys than Kay Bee, me and my yung'uns

Slow down you receive a summons
And get hit for speeding, I a switch off a tree
You catch a beating for y'all
(Yeah!)
on you, when you step to, huh
The Green Eyed Bandit, 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 and Robin Givens
And me go off a-go off
A yes, yes, y'all, and off and show off, and yes

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

Sermon, the I preach to ya
Control the so it can reach to ya
The underground of rap ring, I'm Tua
The one round knockout, your pop out
school dropout, I'm not gon' cop out
I did the thing 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 the world like Michael
Without Chris Tucker, with no Brando
Just give enough for J-Lo to
So scream at me, holla, smoke
code, try a 2-way, or telephone
And I give it to ya, all day in
Two a mic and breakbeat, 'cause

We don't care nuttin 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 seconds to get to the dance floor
You got about two seconds to get to the dance floor