Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck The Facts

Get up funky... huh, let me here ya talk, talk 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, bout me ya

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

I can't ya what I feel ya
This is a motherfucking problem that I ya
I can't ya what 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, said fuck the

In to the point 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 bass in the seven days of the week ya
Hanging 'round my posse that's what needs ya
Me and my band, what 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 I feel ya - feel ya
I feel the kick 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 combine my fucking emos to the hit
Try to it with my music as hatred

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