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 shit on these records
And I'm to shine when I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I your spine
Right there, I visionaried that shit
So deep in your gut I hit your and cracked it
What the fuck is stopping me from making really happen?
It did happen right here in my
You how many bitches I fucked off this?
I'm fine ass hoes
And at me, I ain't shit
And yet super ass hotties be my shit up
And half the I don't even show up
We role with the hatchet like nuns role church
And to us, the hatchet means more then some
We travel, the Grand Canyon 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 into everyday
It seems like feel like they got something to say
To a hater
Aside I ride plush
If I riding spinners
I'm in a 8th street bus
Packed clubs, England, everywhere
And we ever really flied over there
I don't know
It just happened like
And the phat fact that we can rap bitch
I deep, even if I go for chip dip
And ain't a I meet that don't sip dick
about it clown paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the fuck ever made 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 never get played so we never off
fucking 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 they all
I'm about to put a gate up around
And let loose a lion
it would fuck up them 3 dogs of mine
And they be my toes
When I be writing these
And I'm out my fucking
sometimes damn
I just can't believe it when I be them
They look good enough to be up in a magazine or
my scrubby ass humping them
Back in the day you bitches woulda even look my way
Not if I ran up in your 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 to this freshness?
Half the fucking time I just front and stay
And fuck man we get paid for this shit
I my momma a crib and told her to quit
fucking how...

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

fucking how
On the real
fucking how...