Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Give A Fuck

Whoa!
A get hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, and forth because ah
is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez, the brothers representin' the Dirty
I be the the double G
And out the man he goes by the name of er

Slim Shady, brain like Jim Brady
I'm a M-eighty, you Little like Kim lady
I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rhymer
Cursin' at you players worse Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double
Admit it, fuck it, while we out in the open
I'm acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin' dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an (Hi Marshall)
I have a and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin' up quick to strip your
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 Mike
The Proof is in the puddin', ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse Ron Goldman

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

I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a bone
I'm Everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice silicone
I'm ill enough to straight up dis you for no reason
I'm colder snow season when it's twenty below freezin'
with no seasonin', this is the sneak preview
I'll dis your magazine and still won't get a review
I'll make your freak you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, hold your pistols
But I like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin', abortion
Pathological liar, blowin' shit out of
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
thinker, compulsive 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
Screamin' "Fuck the world" 2pac
I just don't a fuck!
that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys I'm on crack
I just give a fuck!
So put my tape on the rack
Go run and tell your my shit is wack
I just don't a fuck!
But see me on the street and
you fittin' to get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just give a fuck!

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

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

Hey, that!

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