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 wicked shit on these records
And I'm to shine when I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so I break your spine
Right there, I just visionaried that
So deep in your gut I hit your and cracked it
What the is stopping me from making that really happen?
It did happen right here in my
You how many bitches I fucked off this?
I'm talking fine ass
And look at me, I shit
And yet super ass be blowing my shit up
And half the time I don't show up
We role with the hatchet like role with church
And to us, the hatchet means more some merch
We travel, the Grand Canyon 66 times
Spitting wicked rhymes
fucking 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 like they got to say
To a clown
Aside I ride plush
If I ain't spinners
I'm in a 8th street bus
clubs, England, Aussie everywhere
And we ain't really flied over there
I fucking know
It just like that
And plus the fact that we can rap bitch
I deep, even if I go for chip dip
And ain't a bitch I meet don't sip dick
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, work
Who the ever made anybody an expert?
If we can do it,
that, we did it
So what the is your idea bitch?
Come it
Our shit off and we never get laid off
And we get played so we never fade 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 some woods by my
And they all
I'm about to put a up around them
And let loose a lion
it would fuck up them 3 dogs of mine
And be licking my toes
When I be writing rhymes
And I'm out my mind
Bitches sometimes
I just can't believe it I be fucking them
They look good enough to be up in a or something
With my scrubby ass them
Back in the day you bitches woulda even look my way
Not even if I ran up in your ear and yelled "HEY!!"
Watching TV, hatchet signs in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body know they proud
How the fuck am I to get used to this freshness?
Half the fucking time I just and stay breathless
And fuck man we get paid for this shit
I bought my momma a crib and 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...