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

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BAMMMMMM!

I'm like a hand grenade to pop in seconds
My therapy shit on these records
And I'm trying to shine I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I your spine
there,
I just visionaried that
So in your gut I hit your spine and cracked it
What the is stopping me from making
that really
It did happen right here in my
You know how many bitches I off this?
I'm talking ass hoes
And look at me, I ain't
And yet super ass be blowing my shit up
And half the time I even show up
We roll with the like nuns role with church
And to us, the hatchet means then some 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 people
I get into everyday
It seems like everybody feel like got something to say
To a
Haters aside I still plush
If I ain't riding
I'm in an 8th tour bus
clubs, England, Aussie everywhere
And we ain't ever flied over there
I don't fucking
It just happened like
And plus the fact that we can rap bitch
I deep, even if I go for chip dip
And ain't a bitch I meet don't sip dick
Think about it paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the fuck ever made anybody an
If we can do it,
Fuck we did it
So what the fuck is your idea
with it
Our shit paid off and we 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 woods by my house
And all mine
I'm about to put a 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
sometimes damn
I just can't believe it when I be fucking
look good enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my scrubby ass humping
Back in the day you bitches never woulda look my way
Not even if I ran up in your fucking ear and "HEY"
Watching TV, it's hatchet 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 man somehow we get paid for this shit
I bought my momma a and told her to quit
Some how...

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

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