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
Everytime I see her in that god dress
Fell the stomach, busy stomach, what I have to confess

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

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

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

Fuck, fuck, fuck, said 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 I've 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 what everybody needs ya
Me and my band, that's I stay for - stay for
Me and my band, that's what I for - pray 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 what I ya - feel ya
I the drummers kick in my B.O.D.Y. so

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

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