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

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I'm like a hand grenade about to pop in
My therapy wicked on these records
And I'm to shine when I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so I break your spine
there,
I just that shit
So deep in gut I hit your spine and cracked it
What the fuck is me from making
that really
It did happen right here in my
You know how bitches 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 time I don't show up
We roll the hatchet like nuns role with church
And to us, the hatchet means more then merch
We travel, seen the Grand Canyon 66
Spitting wicked rhymes
Some how...

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

I hate
I get fights everyday
It seems like everybody feel they got something to say
To a
Haters aside I still plush
If I ain't spinners
I'm in an 8th tour bus
Packed clubs, England, everywhere
And we ain't ever flied over there
I don't know
It happened like that
And plus the phat fact we can rap bitch
I roll deep, if I go for chip dip
And ain't a bitch I meet that don't sip
about it clown paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the fuck made anybody an expert?
If we can do it,
that 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 so we never fade off
Some how....

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

I got woods by my house
And they all
I'm to put a gate up around them
And let loose a
Cause it would 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 can't believe it when I be fucking them
They look good enough to be up in a magazine or
With my ass humping them
Back in the day you bitches never woulda even my way
Not even if I ran up in fucking ear and yelled "HEY"
Watching TV, it's signs in the crowd
Letting every body know that they proud
How the fuck am I to get used to this freshness?
Half the fucking I just front and stay breathless
And fuck man somehow we get paid for shit
I bought my a crib 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)

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