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

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BAMMMMMM!

I'm like a hand about to pop in seconds
My therapy wicked on these records
And I'm trying to shine when I this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so I break your spine
there,
I visionaried that shit
So deep in your gut I hit your and cracked it
What the fuck is stopping me from
that happen?
It did happen right here in my
You know how many bitches I off this?
I'm talking fine ass
And at me, I ain't shit
And yet super ass be blowing my shit up
And half the I don't even show up
We roll with the hatchet like nuns role with
And to us, the hatchet means more then merch
We travel, seen the Grand Canyon 66
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 fights
It like everybody feel like they got something to say
To a
Haters aside I still plush
If I ain't spinners
I'm in an 8th tour bus
Packed clubs, England, everywhere
And we ever really flied over there
I don't fucking
It just 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
Think about it paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the fuck made anybody an expert?
If we can do it,
Fuck we did it
So what the fuck is idea bitch?
with it
Our paid off and we never get laid off
And we never get played so we fade off
Some how....

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

I got some woods by my
And they all
I'm about to put a gate up around
And let a lion
it would fuck up them 3 dogs of mine
And be licking my toes
I be writing these rhymes
And I'm a mind it
Bitches sometimes
I just believe it when I be fucking them
They look enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my scrubby ass them
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, it's hatchet in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body know they proud
How the am I supposed to get used to this freshness?
Half the time 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
Some how...

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

It's real
fucking how
On the real
fucking how...