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

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BAMMMMMM!

I'm a hand grenade about to pop in seconds
My therapy wicked on these records
And I'm trying to shine when I spit this
Punch you in the gut so hard I break your
there,
I just visionaried shit
So deep in your gut I hit your and cracked it
What the is stopping me from making
really happen?
It did happen here in my rapping
You know how many I fucked off this?
I'm talking fine ass
And look at me, I ain't
And yet ass hotties be blowing my shit up
And half the I don't even show up
We roll with the hatchet nuns role with church
And to us, the hatchet more then some merch
We travel, seen the Canyon 66 times
Spitting 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 into everyday
It like everybody feel like they got something to say
To a
Haters I still ride plush
If I ain't riding
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 like
And plus the phat fact we can rap bitch
I deep, even if I go for chip dip
And ain't a bitch I meet don't sip dick
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, work
Who the fuck ever made anybody an
If we can do it,
that we did it
So what the fuck is your bitch?
Come it
Our paid off and we never get laid off
And we never get played so we never off
fucking how....

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

I got some by my house
And they all
I'm about to put a gate up around
And let a lion
Cause it would fuck up them 3 dogs of
And they be my toes
I be writing these rhymes
And I'm a mind 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 them
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, hatchet signs 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 front and breathless
And fuck man somehow we get for this shit
I bought my a crib and told her to quit
Some how...

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

It's been
fucking how
On the though
Some how...