Luyện nghe bài hát Some F*ckin' How - Violent J

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BAMMMMMM!

I'm like a hand grenade about to pop in
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
So deep in your gut I hit spine and cracked it
What the is stopping me from making
that really
It did happen right here in my
You know how bitches I fucked off this?
I'm talking fine ass
And look at me, I ain't
And yet ass hotties be blowing my shit up
And the time I don't even show up
We roll with the like nuns role with church
And to us, the hatchet means more some merch
We travel, seen the 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)

I hate
I get into everyday
It seems like everybody feel like they got to say
To a
Haters aside I ride plush
If I riding spinners
I'm in an 8th street bus
Packed clubs, England, everywhere
And we ain't ever really over there
I don't fucking
It happened like that
And plus the fact that we can rap bitch
I roll deep, even if I go for dip
And ain't a bitch I 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 fuck is idea bitch?
Come it
Our paid off and we never get laid off
And we never get played so we never off
fucking how....

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

I got woods by my house
And they all
I'm about to put a gate up them
And let loose a
Cause it would fuck up 3 dogs of mine
And be licking my toes
When I be writing rhymes
And I'm a fucking it
Bitches damn
I just can't believe it I be fucking them
They look good to be up in a magazine or something
my scrubby ass humping them
Back in the day you bitches woulda even look my way
Not even if I ran up in fucking ear and yelled "HEY"
TV, it's hatchet signs in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body that they proud
How the am I supposed to get used to this freshness?
Half the fucking time I front and stay breathless
And fuck man somehow we get paid for this
I my momma a crib and told her to quit
fucking how...

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

been real
Some how
On the real
Some how...