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
Feeling the emotions through my ass butt
I see her in that god damned dress
Fell the stomach, busy stomach, that's what I to confess

Ah, that's me ya 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 everybody knows about
Every boy and bitch so myself I worry about
to find, huh, hard to lose
So me and I, we got no chance to choose

I can't ya what I feel ya
This is a motherfucking problem I hate ya
I can't ya what I feel ya
I hate it but I take it but I try to ya

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

In addition to the point I was about
You remember my name and all my habits and my attitude
So listen to the 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 what I stay for - for
Me and my band, that's I pray for - pray for

has a use for my personality
Cause if I'd loose it I stand it if you know 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 emos to the bitch hit
Try to fight it with my as hatred
I try to combine my fucking to the bitch hit
Try to combine it with my as hatred

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