Luyện nghe bài hát Some F*ckin How

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

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

(Chorus x2)
spitting
(Live shows)
We're
(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 clown
Aside I ride plush
If I ain't riding
I'm in a 8th tour bus
Packed clubs, England, Aussie
And we ain't ever really flied over
I don't know
It just happened like
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 it clown paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the ever made anybody an expert?
If we can do it,
that, we did it
So what the fuck is idea bitch?
Come it
Our paid off and we never 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 some woods by my
And they all
I'm about to put a up around them
And let loose a ya'll
Cause it would fuck up them 3 of mine
And they be licking my
I be writing these rhymes
And I'm out my fucking
Bitches damn
I just can't it when I be fucking them
They good enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my scrubby ass them
Back in the day you bitches never woulda even my way
Not even if I ran up in your ear and yelled "HEY!!"
Watching TV, it's hatchet in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking know that they proud
How the fuck am I supposed to get used to freshness?
Half the fucking time I just front and stay
And fuck man we get paid for this shit
I bought my momma a and told her to quit
Some how...

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

Some how
On the real
fucking how...