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 I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I your spine
there,
I just that shit
So deep in your gut I hit your and cracked it
What the fuck is me from making
that happen?
It did right here in my rapping
You how many bitches I fucked off this?
I'm talking ass hoes
And look at me, I ain't
And yet super ass hotties be my shit up
And half the time I don't show up
We roll with the hatchet like nuns role church
And to us, the hatchet means more some merch
We travel, seen the Grand 66 times
Spitting wicked shit
Some how...

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

I people
I get into fights
It like everybody feel like they got something to say
To a
Haters aside I ride plush
If I ain't spinners
I'm in an 8th tour bus
Packed clubs, England, everywhere
And we ain't ever really flied there
I fucking know
It just happened like
And plus the phat fact 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 clown paint, rap songs, work
Who the fuck made anybody 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
fucking how....

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

I got some by my house
And they all
I'm about to put a up around them
And let a lion
Cause it fuck up them 3 dogs of mine
And be licking my toes
When I be these rhymes
And I'm a fucking it
sometimes damn
I just can't it when I be fucking them
look good enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my scrubby ass them
Back in the day you bitches woulda even look my way
Not if I ran up in your fucking ear and yelled "HEY"
Watching TV, hatchet signs in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body know they proud
How the fuck am I supposed to get used to this
the fucking time I just front and stay breathless
And man somehow we get paid for this shit
I bought my momma a and told her to quit
fucking how...

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

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