Luyện nghe bài hát Some F*ckin How

(Violent J)
Tick...Tock (x4)
BANG!

(Violent J)
I'm like a hand grenade about to pop in
My wicked shit on these records
And I'm trying to when I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so I break your spine
there, I just visionaried that shit
So deep in gut I hit your spine and cracked it
What the fuck is stopping me from making that happen?
It did happen right in my rapping
You know how many bitches I fucked off
I'm talking fine ass
And look at me, I ain't
And yet super ass hotties be blowing my up
And half the time I even show up
We role with the like nuns role with church
And to us, the hatchet more then some merch
We travel, seen the Canyon 66 times
Spitting shit rhymes
Some how...

(Chorus x2)
We're
(Live shows)
fucking
(Fine hoes)
as
(Time goes)
How'd it all
(I know)

(Violent J)
I hate
I get into everyday
It seems like everybody feel like got something to say
To a hater
Aside I ride plush
If I ain't riding
I'm in a 8th street bus
clubs, England, Aussie everywhere
And we ain't ever really over there
I fucking know
It just happened that
And plus the phat fact that we can rap
I roll deep, even if I go for dip
And ain't a bitch I that don't sip dick
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, work
Who the ever made anybody an expert?
If we can do it,
that, we did it
So the fuck is your idea bitch?
with it
Our shit paid off and we never get off
And we never get so we never fade off
Some how....

(Chorus x2)
We're
(Live shows)
We're
(Fine hoes)
as
(Time goes)
How'd it all
(I know)

(Violent J)
I got some woods by my
And all mine
I'm about to put a gate up them
And let loose a ya'll
it would fuck up them 3 dogs of mine
And they be my toes
When I be these rhymes
And I'm out my mind
Bitches damn
I just believe it when I be fucking them
They look good to be up in a magazine or something
With my scrubby ass humping
in the day you bitches never woulda even look my way
Not even if I ran up in fucking ear and yelled "HEY!!"
Watching TV, it's hatchet in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body that they proud
How the fuck am I supposed to get to this freshness?
Half the fucking time I just and stay breathless
And fuck man somehow we get for this shit
I bought my a crib and told her to quit
fucking how...

(Chorus x2)
We're
(Live shows)
fucking
(Fine hoes)
as
(Time goes)
How'd it all
(I know)

fucking how
On the real
Some how...