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
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 me ya, watcha see ya
Telling bout, bout me ya

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

I can't tell ya I feel ya
This is a problem that I hate ya
I tell ya what I feel ya
I hate it but I take it but I try to 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 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 days of the ya
Hanging 'round my that's what everybody needs ya
Me and my band, that's I stay for - stay for
Me and my band, what I pray for - pray for

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

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

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