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 records
And I'm to shine when I spit 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 right here in my rapping
You know how many I fucked off this?
I'm fine ass hoes
And look at me, I ain't
And yet ass hotties be blowing my shit up
And half the time I even show up
We with the hatchet like nuns role with church
And to us, the hatchet means more then merch
We travel, seen the Grand 66 times
Spitting wicked shit
Some how...

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

(Violent J)
I people
I get into everyday
It seems like everybody feel like they got to say
To a clown
Aside I still plush
If I riding spinners
I'm in a 8th street bus
clubs, England, Aussie everywhere
And we ain't ever flied 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
Think it clown paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the fuck ever anybody an expert?
If we can do it,
that, we did it
So what the fuck is your bitch?
with it
Our shit paid off and we get laid off
And we never get played so we 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 by my house
And they all
I'm about to put a gate up them
And let a lion ya'll
Cause it fuck up them 3 dogs of mine
And be licking my toes
When I be these rhymes
And I'm out my mind
Bitches damn
I can't believe it when I be fucking them
They look good enough to be up in a magazine or
With my ass humping them
Back in the day you never 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 that proud
How the fuck am I supposed to get used to freshness?
Half the fucking I just front and stay breathless
And fuck man somehow we get paid for shit
I bought my momma a crib and told her to
fucking how...

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

Some how
On the though
fucking how...