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 shit on these
And I'm trying to shine I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I your spine
there,
I visionaried that shit
So deep in your gut I hit your spine and it
What the fuck is stopping me from
that really
It did happen here in my rapping
You know how bitches I fucked off this?
I'm fine ass hoes
And look at me, I shit
And yet super ass hotties be blowing my up
And half the time I don't even up
We roll with the like nuns role with church
And to us, the means more then some merch
We travel, seen the Grand 66 times
wicked shit rhymes
Some how...

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

I people
I get into everyday
It like everybody feel like they got something to say
To a
Haters aside I ride plush
If I riding spinners
I'm in an 8th tour bus
Packed clubs, England, everywhere
And we ever really flied over there
I don't know
It happened like that
And plus the phat fact that we can rap
I roll deep, if I go for chip dip
And ain't a bitch I meet that sip dick
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 the fuck is your idea bitch?
Come it
Our shit off and we never get laid off
And we never get played so we 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 by my house
And they all
I'm about to put a gate up them
And let loose a
Cause it would up them 3 dogs of mine
And they be my toes
When I be writing these
And I'm a mind it
sometimes damn
I just can't it when I be fucking them
look good enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my ass humping 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, it's hatchet signs in the
Letting every mothafucking know that they proud
How the fuck am I supposed to get used to freshness?
Half the fucking time I just and stay breathless
And man somehow we get paid for this shit
I my momma 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
fucking how
On the real
fucking how...