Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck The Facts

Get up funky... huh, let me here ya talk, talk about

Me I'm a victim of a young girl's
Feeling the emotions through my ass butt
Everytime I see her in that god damned
Fell the stomach, busy stomach, that's I have to confess

Ah, that's me ya you see ya
Telling my stomach and my feels ya
Ah me ya, watcha see ya
Telling bout, bout me ya

This is a thing everybody knows about
Every boy and bitch so myself I mustn't worry
Easy to find, huh, hard to
So me myself and I, we got no chance to

I tell ya what I feel ya
This is a motherfucking problem I hate ya
I can't ya what I feel ya
I hate it but I take it but I try to ya

Fuck, said fuck, fuck, said fuck the
Fuck, said fuck, fuck, said fuck the

In addition to the point I was talking
You must remember my and all my habits and my attitude
So listen to the things that I've got to
My is G on the B.A.S.S. B.G

Hit the bass in the seven days of the week ya
Hanging 'round my posse that's what everybody ya
Me and my band, what I stay for - stay for
Me and my band, that's what I for - pray for

has a use for my personality
Cause if I'd loose it I wouldn't stand it if you know what
My heart is percent music that's what I feel ya - feel ya
I the drummers kick in my B.O.D.Y. so

I try to combine my fucking to the bitch hit
Try to fight it my music as hatred
I try to combine my emos to the bitch hit
Try to it with my music as hatred

What about my girl,
about my music, man?
Ina bona
I can't that shit...