Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck The Facts

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

Me I'm a victim of a girl's suck
Feeling the emotions through my body ass
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
Telling bout, bout me ya

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

In addition to the point I was about
You must remember my name and all my 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 that's what everybody needs ya
Me and my band, that's what I stay for - for
Me and my band, that's what I pray for - for

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

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

What about my girl,
What my music, man?
Ina lita
I stand that shit...