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 shit on records
And I'm trying to shine when I this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so I break your spine
there, I just visionaried that shit
So deep in 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 look at me, I shit
And yet super ass hotties be my shit up
And half the I don't even show up
We role with the hatchet like nuns with church
And to us, the hatchet means more some merch
We travel, seen the Grand 66 times
Spitting wicked shit
fucking how...

(Chorus x2)
We're
(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 like they got something to say
To a hater
Aside I still ride
If I ain't riding
I'm in a 8th street bus
Packed clubs, England, Aussie
And we ain't ever really over there
I don't know
It happened like that
And plus the fact that we can rap bitch
I roll deep, if I go for chip dip
And a bitch I meet that don't sip dick
Think about it paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the ever made anybody an expert?
If we can do it,
that, we did it
So what the is your idea bitch?
with it
Our shit off and we never get laid off
And we never get played so we never off
Some 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 up around them
And let loose a ya'll
Cause it would fuck up them 3 of mine
And be licking my toes
When I be writing rhymes
And I'm out my fucking
Bitches sometimes
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 humping
Back in the day you never woulda even look my way
Not even if I ran up in your fucking ear and "HEY!!"
Watching TV, hatchet signs in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body that they proud
How the fuck am I supposed to get to this freshness?
Half the fucking time I just front and stay
And fuck man somehow we get for this shit
I bought my momma a crib and told her to
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...