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 wicked on these records
And I'm trying to shine I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so I break your spine
Right there, I just visionaried that
So in your gut I hit your spine and cracked it
What the is stopping me from making that really happen?
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 with the like nuns role with church
And to us, the hatchet means then some merch
We travel, seen the Grand Canyon 66
wicked 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 fights
It seems like everybody like they got something to say
To a clown
Aside I still plush
If I ain't spinners
I'm in a 8th tour bus
Packed clubs, England, everywhere
And we ain't ever really over there
I don't fucking
It happened like that
And plus the phat 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 paint, rap songs, hard work
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 paid off and we never get off
And we never get played so we never 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 to put a gate up around them
And let loose a ya'll
Cause it would up them 3 dogs of mine
And be licking my toes
When I be these rhymes
And I'm out my mind
Bitches damn
I can't believe it when I be fucking them
They good enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my scrubby ass them
in the day you bitches never woulda even look my way
Not if I ran up in your fucking ear and yelled "HEY!!"
Watching TV, it's signs in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body know they proud
How the fuck am I supposed to get used to freshness?
the fucking time I just front and stay breathless
And fuck man we get paid for this shit
I bought my a crib and told 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 though
Some how...