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 to shine when I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I break your
Right there, I visionaried that shit
So deep in gut I hit your spine and cracked it
What the fuck is stopping me making that really happen?
It did happen right in my rapping
You know how bitches I fucked 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 even show up
We with the hatchet like nuns role with church
And to us, the hatchet means more then merch
We travel, the Grand Canyon 66 times
Spitting wicked shit
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 everyday
It seems like feel like they got something to say
To a hater
Aside I ride plush
If I ain't riding
I'm in a 8th street bus
Packed clubs, England, Aussie
And we ain't really flied over there
I fucking know
It just like that
And plus the phat that we can rap bitch
I roll deep, even if I go for dip
And a bitch I meet that don't sip dick
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, work
Who the fuck ever anybody an expert?
If we can do it,
that, we did it
So what the fuck is your idea
with 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 woods by my house
And they all
I'm about to put a up around them
And let loose a ya'll
Cause it would fuck up 3 dogs of mine
And be licking my toes
When I be writing these
And I'm out my fucking
sometimes damn
I just believe it when I be fucking them
They 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 fucking 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 this
Half the fucking time I just front and breathless
And fuck man somehow we get paid for shit
I bought my momma a crib and her to quit
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 real
fucking how...