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

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BAMMMMMM!

I'm like a grenade about to pop in seconds
My wicked shit on these records
And I'm to shine when I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I your spine
there,
I just visionaried that
So deep in gut I hit your spine and cracked it
the fuck is stopping me from making
that really
It did happen right in my rapping
You know how bitches I fucked off this?
I'm talking fine ass
And look at me, I ain't
And yet super ass hotties be blowing my up
And half the time I don't even up
We with the hatchet like nuns role with church
And to us, the means more then some merch
We travel, the Grand Canyon 66 times
Spitting wicked rhymes
Some how...

(Chorus x2)
spitting
(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 like got something to say
To a
aside I still ride plush
If I ain't spinners
I'm in an 8th street bus
Packed clubs, England, everywhere
And we ain't ever really flied there
I don't fucking
It just like that
And plus the phat fact we can rap bitch
I roll deep, if I go for chip dip
And ain't a bitch I that don't sip dick
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, work
Who the fuck ever made anybody an
If we can do it,
Fuck we did it
So the fuck is your idea bitch?
Come it
Our shit paid off and we never get off
And we never get so we never 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 woods by my house
And all mine
I'm about to put a gate up them
And let a lion
Cause it would fuck up 3 dogs of mine
And they be my toes
When I be writing these
And I'm a mind it
sometimes damn
I just can't it when I be fucking them
They look good enough to be up in a magazine or
my scrubby ass humping them
Back in the day you bitches never woulda even my way
Not even if I ran up in your fucking ear and "HEY"
Watching TV, it's hatchet signs in the
Letting every body know that 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 somehow we get for this shit
I bought my momma a crib and 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 real
Some how
On the though
fucking how...