Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck The Facts

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

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

Ah, me ya what you see ya
Telling 'bout my 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 worry
to find, huh, hard to lose
So me and I, we got no chance to choose

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

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

In to the point I was talking about
You must remember my name and all my 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 what I stay for - 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 feel the drummers 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 emos to the hit
Try to combine it with my as hatred

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