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 when I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I your spine
there,
I just that shit
So in your gut I hit your spine and cracked it
the fuck is stopping me from making
that happen?
It did happen right in my rapping
You know how bitches I fucked off this?
I'm fine ass hoes
And look at me, I shit
And yet super ass be blowing my shit up
And half the time I even show up
We roll with the hatchet like nuns role church
And to us, the hatchet more then some merch
We travel, seen the Grand 66 times
Spitting shit rhymes
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 seems like everybody feel they got something to say
To a
Haters aside I ride plush
If I riding spinners
I'm in an 8th tour bus
clubs, England, Aussie everywhere
And we ain't ever really flied over
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 a bitch I meet that don't sip dick
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, hard
Who the fuck ever anybody an expert?
If we can do it,
Fuck we did it
So what the fuck is your bitch?
with it
Our shit paid off and we get laid off
And we never get played so we never off
fucking how....

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

I got some by my house
And all mine
I'm to put a gate up around them
And let a lion
Cause it fuck up them 3 dogs of mine
And they be licking my
I be writing these rhymes
And I'm a mind it
Bitches damn
I can't believe it when I be fucking them
They look 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 fucking ear and yelled "HEY"
Watching TV, it's hatchet in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking know that they proud
How the fuck am I to get used to this freshness?
Half the fucking time I just and stay breathless
And man somehow we get paid for this shit
I bought my momma a crib and 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...