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 girl's suck
Feeling the through my body ass butt
Everytime I see her in that god dress
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 that's me ya, see ya
Telling bout, bout me ya

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

I can't ya what I feel ya
This is a problem 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, said fuck the
Fuck, said fuck, fuck, fuck the facts

In addition to the point I was talking
You must my name and all my habits and my attitude
So listen to the things 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 my posse that's what everybody needs ya
Me and my band, that's what I stay for - 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 feel ya - ya
I feel the drummers in my B.O.D.Y. so

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