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 therapy wicked on these records
And I'm trying to shine I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I your spine
Right there, I just visionaried shit
So deep in your gut I hit your spine and it
the fuck is stopping me from making that really happen?
It did happen right here in my
You know how many I fucked off this?
I'm talking fine ass
And look at me, I shit
And yet super ass be blowing my shit up
And half the I don't even show up
We role with the hatchet like nuns role with
And to us, the hatchet means more then merch
We travel, seen the Grand Canyon 66
Spitting wicked rhymes
fucking 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 fights everyday
It like everybody feel like they got something to say
To a clown
I still ride plush
If I ain't riding
I'm in a 8th street bus
clubs, England, Aussie everywhere
And we ain't ever really flied there
I don't fucking
It just like that
And the phat fact that we can rap bitch
I deep, even if I go for chip dip
And ain't a bitch I meet that sip dick
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, hard
Who the fuck ever anybody an expert?
If we can do it,
that, we did it
So what the is your idea bitch?
with it
Our shit paid off and we get laid off
And we never get played so we never off
fucking how....

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

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