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 girl's suck
Feeling the emotions through my ass butt
I see her in that god damned 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 that's me ya, see ya
bout, telling bout me ya

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

I tell ya what I feel ya
This is a motherfucking problem 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 talking
You must my name and all my habits 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 in the face seven days of the week ya
Hanging 'round my posse what everybody needs ya
Me and my band, that's I stay for - stay for
Me and my band, that's what I pray for - for

Music has a use for my
Cause if I'd loose it I wouldn't stand it if you what mean
My heart is hundred percent music that's what I feel ya - ya
I the drummers kick in my B.O.D.Y. so

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

What about my girl,
What about my music,
Ina bona
I stand that shit...