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
the emotions through my body ass butt
Everytime I see her in that god dress
Fell the stomach, busy stomach, that's what I have to

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

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

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

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

In to the point I was talking about
You remember 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 bass in the face days of the week ya
Hanging 'round my posse what everybody needs ya
Me and my band, what I stay for - stay for
Me and my band, that's I pray for - pray for

Music has a use for my
if I'd loose it I wouldn't stand it if you know what mean
My heart is hundred percent music what I feel ya - feel ya
I the drummers 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 my girl, man?
What my music, man?
Ina bona
I can't stand shit...