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 wicked on these records
And I'm trying to when I spit this rhyme
you in the gut so hard I break your spine
Right there, I just visionaried shit
So deep in your gut I hit your and cracked it
the fuck is stopping me from making that really happen?
It did happen here in my rapping
You know how many bitches I off this?
I'm talking fine ass
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 like nuns with church
And to us, the hatchet means more then merch
We travel, the Grand Canyon 66 times
Spitting wicked rhymes
fucking how...

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

(Violent J)
I people
I get into everyday
It like everybody feel like they got something to say
To a hater
Aside I still ride
If I riding spinners
I'm in a 8th street bus
Packed clubs, England, Aussie
And we ain't really flied over there
I don't fucking
It just happened that
And plus the phat fact that we can rap
I roll deep, even if I go for dip
And ain't a bitch I meet don't sip dick
Think it clown paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the fuck made anybody an expert?
If we can do it,
that, we did it
So the fuck is your idea bitch?
Come it
Our shit paid off and we 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 gate up around
And let loose a lion
Cause it fuck up them 3 dogs of mine
And they be licking my
When I be writing rhymes
And I'm out my fucking
sometimes damn
I just believe it when I be fucking them
They look good to be up in a magazine or something
With my ass humping them
Back in the day you bitches never woulda even my way
Not if I ran up in your fucking ear and yelled "HEY!!"
Watching TV, it's hatchet in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body know that they
How the fuck am I supposed to get used to this
Half the fucking time I just and stay breathless
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)
We're
(Fine hoes)
as
(Time goes)
How'd it all
(I know)

fucking how
On the though
fucking how...