Luyện nghe bài hát Some F*ckin How

(Violent J)
Tick...Tock (x4)
BANG!

(Violent J)
I'm like a hand about to pop in seconds
My therapy wicked shit on these
And I'm to shine when I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I break spine
Right there, I just visionaried that
So in your gut I hit your spine and cracked it
the fuck is stopping me from making that really happen?
It did happen right here in my
You know how many I fucked off this?
I'm talking fine ass
And look at me, I ain't
And yet super ass hotties be my shit up
And the time I don't even show up
We with the hatchet like nuns role with church
And to us, the hatchet means more some merch
We travel, seen the Grand 66 times
Spitting shit 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 fights everyday
It seems like everybody feel like got something to say
To a clown
Aside I still plush
If I riding spinners
I'm in a 8th tour bus
Packed clubs, England, everywhere
And we ain't ever really over there
I fucking know
It just like that
And plus the phat fact we can rap bitch
I deep, even if I go for chip dip
And ain't a bitch I meet that don't sip
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, work
Who the fuck ever made anybody an
If we can do it,
that, we did it
So what the is your idea bitch?
with it
Our paid off and we never get laid 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 about to put a up around them
And let a lion ya'll
Cause it would up them 3 dogs of mine
And they be my toes
When I be these rhymes
And I'm out my fucking
Bitches sometimes
I just can't it when I be fucking them
look good enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my scrubby ass humping
in the day you bitches never woulda even look my way
Not if I ran up in your fucking ear and yelled "HEY!!"
TV, it's hatchet signs in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body know that they
How the am I supposed to get used to this freshness?
Half the fucking time I just front and breathless
And man somehow 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)

Some how
On the though
Some how...