Luyện nghe bài hát Some F*ckin How

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

(Violent J)
I'm like a hand grenade to pop in seconds
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
Right there, I visionaried that shit
So deep in your gut I hit your and cracked it
What the fuck is stopping me from making that really
It did happen right in my rapping
You know how bitches I fucked off this?
I'm fine ass hoes
And look at me, I ain't
And yet super ass be blowing my shit up
And the time I don't even show up
We role with the hatchet like role with church
And to us, the hatchet means then some merch
We travel, seen the Canyon 66 times
Spitting wicked shit
fucking how...

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

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

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

(Violent J)
I got some by my house
And all mine
I'm about to put a up around them
And let loose a lion
it would fuck up them 3 dogs of mine
And they be my toes
When I be writing these
And I'm out my fucking
Bitches damn
I just believe it when I be fucking them
look good enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my scrubby ass them
Back in the day you bitches never even look my way
Not if I ran up in your fucking ear and yelled "HEY!!"
TV, it's hatchet signs in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body that they proud
How the fuck am I supposed to get used to freshness?
Half the fucking I just front and stay breathless
And fuck man somehow we get paid for this
I bought my momma a crib and her to quit
fucking how...

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

Some how
On the real
fucking how...