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

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BAMMMMMM!

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 hard I your spine
there,
I just visionaried shit
So deep in gut I hit your spine and cracked it
What the fuck is stopping me from
that happen?
It did happen here in my rapping
You know how many bitches I fucked off
I'm talking fine ass
And look at me, I shit
And yet super ass hotties be my shit up
And half the I don't even show up
We roll with the hatchet like nuns role church
And to us, the means more then some merch
We travel, seen the Canyon 66 times
Spitting wicked 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 fights everyday
It seems like 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
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, even if I go for dip
And ain't a bitch I that don't sip dick
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, work
Who the fuck ever anybody an expert?
If we can do it,
that we did it
So what the is your idea bitch?
with it
Our shit off and we never get laid off
And we get played so we never fade off
Some 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 all mine
I'm about to put a up around them
And let loose a
it would fuck up them 3 dogs of mine
And be licking my toes
I be writing these rhymes
And I'm a fucking it
Bitches damn
I just can't believe it when I be them
They look good enough to be up in a magazine or
With my scrubby ass humping
Back in the day you bitches woulda even look my way
Not even if I ran up in your ear and yelled "HEY"
Watching TV, it's hatchet in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body know they proud
How the fuck am I to get used to this freshness?
the fucking time I just front and stay breathless
And fuck man somehow we get paid for shit
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...