Luyện nghe bài hát Some F*ckin How

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

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

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

(Violent J)
I people
I get into fights
It seems like everybody feel they got something to say
To a clown
Aside I ride plush
If I riding spinners
I'm in a 8th tour bus
clubs, England, Aussie everywhere
And we ever really flied over there
I fucking know
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 made anybody an expert?
If we can do it,
that, we did it
So what the fuck is idea bitch?
with it
Our shit off and we never get laid 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 woods by my house
And all mine
I'm about to put a up around them
And let loose a ya'll
Cause it fuck up them 3 dogs of mine
And they be licking my
I be writing these rhymes
And I'm out my fucking
Bitches damn
I just can't believe it when I be fucking
look good enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my scrubby ass them
Back in the day you bitches never woulda look my way
Not even if I ran up in your fucking ear and "HEY!!"
Watching TV, it's hatchet signs in the
Letting every body know that they proud
How the am I supposed to get used to this freshness?
the fucking time I just front and stay breathless
And fuck man we get paid for this shit
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)

fucking how
On the real
fucking how...