Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck The Facts

Get up funky... huh, let me here ya talk, talk 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
'bout my stomach and my feels ya
Ah me ya, watcha see ya
Telling bout, telling me ya

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

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

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

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

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

has a use for my personality
Cause if I'd loose it I wouldn't stand it if you know mean
My heart is hundred percent music that's 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 my fucking emos to the bitch hit
Try to combine it with my music as

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