Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck The Facts

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

Me I'm a of a young girl's suck
the emotions 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 my stomach and my feels ya
Ah me ya, watcha see ya
Telling bout, telling me ya

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

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

In addition to the I was talking about
You remember 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 'round my posse that's what everybody ya
Me and my band, that's what I stay for - for
Me and my band, that's I pray 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 hundred percent that's what I feel 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 with my as hatred
I try to combine my emos to the bitch hit
Try to combine it my music as hatred

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