Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck The Facts

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

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

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

This is a that everybody knows about
boy and bitch so myself I mustn't worry about
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 that I hate ya
I can't tell ya what I ya
I hate it but I take it but I try to ya

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

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

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

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

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

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