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 wicked shit on these
And I'm trying to shine when I spit rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I your spine
there,
I just visionaried that
So deep in your gut I hit spine and cracked it
What the fuck is stopping me making
that really
It did happen right in my rapping
You how many bitches I fucked off this?
I'm talking ass hoes
And at me, I ain't shit
And yet ass hotties be blowing my shit up
And half the time I even show up
We roll with the hatchet nuns role with church
And to us, the hatchet means then some merch
We travel, seen the Grand Canyon 66
Spitting shit rhymes
fucking 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 like got something to say
To a
Haters aside I still plush
If I ain't riding
I'm in an 8th street bus
Packed clubs, England, Aussie
And we ain't ever really flied over
I fucking know
It happened like that
And plus the fact that we can rap bitch
I roll deep, even if I go for dip
And ain't a I meet that don't sip dick
about it clown paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the fuck ever made an expert?
If we can do it,
that we did it
So what the fuck is idea bitch?
Come it
Our shit paid off and we get laid off
And we never get so we never fade 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 woods by my
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 my toes
I be writing these rhymes
And I'm a mind it
sometimes 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 them
Back in the day you bitches never woulda even my way
Not even if I ran up in your ear and yelled "HEY"
Watching TV, it's hatchet signs in the
Letting every mothafucking body know that proud
How the fuck am I to get used to this freshness?
Half the fucking time I just front and stay
And fuck man somehow we get paid for this
I bought my momma a crib and told her to
fucking how...

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

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