Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck The Facts

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

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

Ah, me ya what you see ya
Telling 'bout my stomach and my ya
Ah that's me ya, see ya
bout, telling bout me ya

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

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

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

In addition to the point I was about
You must remember my name and all my 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 in the face seven days of the week ya
Hanging 'round my that's what everybody needs ya
Me and my band, what I stay for - stay for
Me and my band, what I pray for - pray for

has a use for my personality
Cause if I'd loose it I stand it if you know what mean
My heart is hundred percent music that's what I ya - feel ya
I feel the kick in my B.O.D.Y. so

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

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