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

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
BAMMMMMM!

I'm a hand grenade about to pop in seconds
My wicked shit on these records
And I'm trying to shine when I this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I break your
there,
I visionaried that shit
So deep in gut I hit your spine and cracked it
the fuck is stopping me from making
that happen?
It did right here in my rapping
You know how many bitches I off this?
I'm fine ass hoes
And look at me, I shit
And yet super ass hotties be my shit up
And half the time I even show up
We roll with the hatchet like nuns with church
And to us, the hatchet means more then some
We travel, seen the Canyon 66 times
Spitting shit rhymes
Some how...

(Chorus x2)
We're
(Live shows)
We're
(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
Haters I still ride plush
If I ain't riding
I'm in an 8th tour bus
Packed clubs, England, Aussie
And we ain't ever flied over there
I fucking know
It just like that
And the phat fact 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 paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the fuck ever made an expert?
If we can do it,
Fuck we did it
So what the fuck is your idea
Come it
Our shit paid off and we never get 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)

I got some woods by my
And all mine
I'm to put a gate up around them
And let loose a
Cause it would fuck up 3 dogs of mine
And they be my toes
I be writing these rhymes
And I'm a fucking it
Bitches sometimes
I can't believe it when I be fucking them
look good enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my scrubby ass humping
Back in the day you bitches never woulda even my way
Not even if I ran up in fucking ear and yelled "HEY"
Watching TV, it's hatchet signs in the
Letting mothafucking body know that they proud
How the fuck am I supposed to get to this freshness?
the fucking time I just front and stay breathless
And fuck man somehow we get paid for shit
I bought my momma a 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)

It's been
Some how
On the though
fucking how...