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 wicked shit on these records
And I'm trying to shine when I spit rhyme
you in the gut so hard I break 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 here in my rapping
You how many bitches I fucked off this?
I'm talking ass hoes
And look at me, I shit
And yet super ass be blowing my shit up
And half the time I don't show up
We roll with the hatchet like nuns with church
And to us, the hatchet means more then 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 hate
I get fights everyday
It seems like everybody feel like they got to say
To a
Haters aside I still plush
If I ain't spinners
I'm in an 8th street bus
Packed clubs, England, Aussie
And we ain't really flied over there
I fucking know
It just happened like
And the phat fact that we can rap bitch
I deep, even 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 anybody an expert?
If we can do it,
that we did it
So the fuck is your idea bitch?
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 they all
I'm about to put a gate up around
And let loose a
it would fuck up them 3 dogs of mine
And be licking my toes
When I be these rhymes
And I'm a fucking it
Bitches damn
I just can't it when I be fucking them
They 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"
TV, it's hatchet signs in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body know they proud
How the fuck am I to get used to this freshness?
Half the fucking I just front and stay breathless
And fuck man we get paid for this shit
I bought my momma a crib and told her to
Some how...

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

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