Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck The Facts

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

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

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

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

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

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

In addition to the point I was about
You must remember my name and all my 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 bass in the face seven days of the ya
Hanging 'round my posse that's what needs ya
Me and my band, that's I stay for - stay for
Me and my band, that's what I for - pray 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 percent music that's what I feel ya - feel ya
I feel the kick in my B.O.D.Y. so

I try to combine my 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 as hatred

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