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 shit on these records
And I'm trying to shine when I spit rhyme
Punch you in the gut so I break your spine
there,
I just visionaried shit
So deep in your gut I hit your spine and it
What the is stopping me from making
that happen?
It did happen right in my rapping
You know how many 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 half the time I even show up
We with the hatchet like nuns role with church
And to us, the hatchet means more then some
We travel, the Grand Canyon 66 times
Spitting wicked rhymes
fucking how...

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

I hate
I get fights everyday
It seems like everybody feel they got something to say
To a
aside I still ride plush
If I ain't spinners
I'm in an 8th street bus
clubs, England, Aussie everywhere
And we ain't really flied over there
I fucking know
It just happened that
And plus the phat fact we can rap bitch
I roll deep, if I go for chip dip
And ain't a I meet that don't sip dick
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, 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 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 all mine
I'm about to put a gate up them
And let loose a
Cause it would fuck up them 3 dogs of
And they be licking my
When I be writing these
And I'm a mind it
Bitches sometimes
I just can't believe it when I be them
look good enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my ass humping them
Back in the day you bitches never woulda look my way
Not even if I ran up in your ear and yelled "HEY"
Watching TV, it's signs in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body know they proud
How the fuck am I supposed to get used to this
Half the fucking I just front and stay breathless
And fuck man we get paid for this shit
I bought my a crib and told her to quit
Some how...

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

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