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

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Tock
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BAMMMMMM!

I'm a hand grenade about 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 I break your spine
there,
I just that shit
So in your gut I hit your spine and cracked it
What the fuck is stopping me from
really happen?
It did right here in my rapping
You know how many I fucked off this?
I'm fine ass hoes
And look at me, I shit
And yet ass hotties be blowing my shit up
And half the time I even show up
We roll with the hatchet like role with church
And to us, the hatchet more then some merch
We travel, seen the Grand Canyon 66
Spitting shit rhymes
Some how...

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

I people
I get into everyday
It seems like everybody like they got something to say
To a
aside I still ride plush
If I ain't riding
I'm in an 8th tour bus
Packed clubs, England, everywhere
And we ever really flied over there
I fucking know
It just happened that
And plus the fact that we can rap bitch
I roll deep, if I go for chip dip
And ain't a bitch I meet that don't sip
Think about it paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the fuck ever anybody an expert?
If we can do it,
Fuck we did it
So what the is your idea bitch?
with it
Our paid off and we never get laid off
And we never get played so we fade off
fucking 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 they all
I'm about to put a gate up them
And let loose a
Cause it would fuck up them 3 of mine
And they be licking my
I be writing these rhymes
And I'm a mind it
Bitches damn
I just can't 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 woulda even look my way
Not even if I ran up in fucking ear and yelled "HEY"
Watching TV, it's signs in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body that they proud
How the fuck am I to get used to this freshness?
Half the time I just front and stay breathless
And fuck man somehow we get paid for shit
I bought my momma a crib and her to quit
Some how...

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

It's real
Some how
On the real
fucking how...