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 therapy shit on these records
And I'm trying to shine when I spit rhyme
you in the gut so hard I break your spine
Right there, I just that shit
So in your gut I hit your spine and cracked it
What the fuck is stopping me from making really happen?
It did happen right here in my
You know how many I fucked off this?
I'm fine ass hoes
And look at me, I shit
And yet ass hotties be blowing my shit up
And half the time I don't show up
We role with the hatchet nuns role with church
And to us, the means more then some merch
We travel, the Grand Canyon 66 times
wicked shit rhymes
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 they got to say
To a hater
Aside I still ride
If I ain't spinners
I'm in a 8th street bus
Packed clubs, England, Aussie
And we ain't ever really over there
I fucking 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 I meet that don't sip dick
about it clown paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the fuck ever made anybody an
If we can do it,
that, we did it
So the fuck is your idea bitch?
with it
Our shit paid off and we never get off
And we get played 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 some by my house
And they all
I'm about to put a gate up around
And let loose a ya'll
Cause it fuck up them 3 dogs of mine
And be licking my toes
When I be writing rhymes
And I'm out my fucking
sometimes damn
I can't believe it when I be fucking them
They good enough to be up in a magazine or something
my scrubby ass humping them
Back in the day you never woulda even look my way
Not even if I ran up in fucking ear and yelled "HEY!!"
Watching TV, hatchet signs in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body know that proud
How the fuck am I to get used to this freshness?
the fucking time I just front and stay breathless
And fuck man somehow we get paid for shit
I my momma a crib and told 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 though
fucking how...