Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck The Facts

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

Me I'm a victim of a girl's suck
Feeling the emotions through my ass butt
I see her in that god damned dress
Fell the stomach, busy stomach, that's 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 thing that knows about
Every boy and bitch so myself I worry about
to find, huh, hard to lose
So me myself and I, we got no chance to

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

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

In addition to the point I was talking
You must remember my name and all my 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 seven days of the ya
Hanging my posse that's what everybody needs ya
Me and my band, that's what I for - stay 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 know mean
My heart is hundred percent that's what I feel ya - feel ya
I feel the drummers in my B.O.D.Y. so

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

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