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

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Tock
Tick
Tock
BAMMMMMM!

I'm like a grenade about to pop in seconds
My therapy wicked shit on records
And I'm trying to shine when I spit 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
the fuck is stopping me from making
that happen?
It did happen right here in my
You know how many bitches I fucked off
I'm talking ass hoes
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 role with church
And to us, the hatchet means more then merch
We travel, seen the Grand Canyon 66
wicked shit rhymes
Some 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 they got something to say
To a
Haters aside I ride plush
If I ain't riding
I'm in an 8th street bus
Packed clubs, England, Aussie
And we ever really flied over there
I don't fucking
It happened like that
And plus the phat that we can rap bitch
I roll deep, even if I go for dip
And ain't a bitch I meet that don't sip
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, work
Who the ever made 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 never get so we never fade off
fucking how....

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

I got woods by my house
And all mine
I'm to put a gate up around them
And let loose a
Cause it would fuck up 3 dogs of mine
And they be my toes
When I be writing rhymes
And I'm a mind it
Bitches damn
I just can't believe it when I be them
They look good enough to be up in a magazine or
my scrubby ass humping them
Back in the day you bitches never even look my way
Not even if I ran up in your fucking ear and "HEY"
Watching TV, hatchet signs in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking know that they proud
How the fuck am I supposed to get used to this
Half the fucking time I just and stay breathless
And fuck man we get paid for this shit
I bought my momma a crib and told her to
Some how...

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

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