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 understand and truly
Some won't get it for I won't
(I will not apologize) I will not
(I not apologize) I will not apologize
is for all of my peoples who understand and truly recognize
Some won't get it for I won't apologize

[P.O.R.N.]
I'm so sick cause I'm infected but but I don't need a
a liquid anesthetic, let me show you how I get it
I got it but I bet it, I don't worry, I don't 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 then I wet it I fill it till it's pregnant
(Take the high back) it everybody got a favorite
I it like I date it but my grandma think I chase it
(Like oh yeah) I told her that her moving slower
Cuz the world is on his shoulders 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, magic
(To the hideout) you don't want to with the devil
Especially when chewy blueys got me on another level
Cuz my teacher I'm slow but my momma think I'm special
But she know I'm coming back like an echo.

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Kweli]

[Dice
For the statements I'm about to I will not apologize
talk a lot of shit, really need to stop the lies
Jewels rented, cars rented, homie ain't authentic
Acting tough on TV but to me you seem a timid
blame the nigga, blame America, it's all business
Acting like a monkey is the only way to tickets
Shit I can dig it, gossip silly digits
White kids buy it, a riot when we talking about pimping
Or sipping on old English or whatever 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 people watch the news
And BET and the crazy shit they see
They associate with you do the same to me
When you look at me you see just a from the projects
But can't understand this mind set but still

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Kweli]

[Black
Yo, a revolution's what smelling like, it ain't going be televised
Governments is hellified, taking cake and selling
I ain't got a crust or crumb, to get some I'd be obliged
Murder is comodified, felon for the time
was I into chasing 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
Look into my daughter's eyes, wonder how can I
Got to get from A to B but how can I afford to
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
get the itching man I got to get the calamine
Before I fall behind, the grind will be my 9 to 5
I not be conquered by, I will not apologize

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib