Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck The Facts

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

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

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

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

I can't tell ya what I ya
This is a problem that I hate ya
I can't tell ya what I ya
I hate it but I 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 about
You must remember my and all my habits and my attitude
So listen to the things that got to tell
My is G on the B.A.S.S. B.G

Hit the bass in the face seven of the week 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 I pray for - pray for

Music has a use for my
Cause if I'd loose it I wouldn't stand it if you know what
My is hundred percent music that's 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 it with my music as hatred
I try to combine my fucking to the bitch hit
Try to it with my music as hatred

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