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

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BAMMMMMM!

I'm like a hand grenade about to pop in
My wicked shit on these records
And I'm trying to shine I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I break spine
there,
I just visionaried that
So deep in your gut I hit your and cracked it
What the fuck is stopping me from
that happen?
It did right here in my rapping
You know how bitches I fucked off this?
I'm fine ass hoes
And at me, I ain't shit
And yet super ass hotties be my shit up
And half the time I even show up
We roll with the like nuns role with church
And to us, the means more then some merch
We travel, the Grand Canyon 66 times
wicked shit 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 everybody feel like they got something to say
To a
Haters aside I still ride
If I ain't riding
I'm in an 8th tour bus
clubs, England, Aussie everywhere
And we ain't ever really flied there
I don't fucking
It just happened that
And plus the phat that we can rap bitch
I roll deep, if I go for chip dip
And ain't a bitch I meet that sip dick
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, hard
Who the fuck ever made an expert?
If we can do it,
that we did it
So what the fuck is your bitch?
with it
Our paid off and we never get laid off
And we never get so we never fade off
Some how....

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

I got some woods by my
And all mine
I'm about to put a gate up around
And let a lion
Cause it fuck up them 3 dogs of mine
And be licking my toes
When I be writing rhymes
And I'm a fucking it
Bitches damn
I just can't believe it when I be fucking
They look enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my scrubby ass humping
Back in the day you bitches woulda even look my way
Not even if I ran up in your ear and yelled "HEY"
Watching TV, it's signs in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body that they proud
How the fuck am I supposed to get used to this
Half the fucking time I front and stay breathless
And fuck man somehow we get 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)

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