Luyện nghe bài hát Apologize

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Kweli]
(I will not apologize) I will not
(I will not apologize) I not apologize
This is for all of my who understand and truly recognize
Some won't get it for I won't
(I will not apologize) I not apologize
(I will not apologize) I not apologize
This is for all of my peoples who understand and recognize
won't get it for that I won't apologize

[P.O.R.N.]
I'm so sick I'm infected but but I don't need a medic
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 diabetic, big dog can't pet it
Pack an L I wet it then I fill it till it's pregnant
(Take the high back) face it everybody got a
I embrace it like I date it but my think I chase it
(Like oh yeah) I told her that her baby moving
Cuz the world is on his shoulders then I up out that coma
(And got right back) at it with a little 'matic
Lay you craft-matic, then I'm gone, black magic
(To the hideout) you want to gamble with the devil
Especially when them chewy blueys got me on level
Cuz my teacher think I'm slow but my think I'm special
But she know I'm coming back like an echo.

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib

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

(Dice Raw) Talib Kweli]

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

[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Kweli]