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

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BAMMMMMM!

I'm like a hand grenade 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 I break your spine
there,
I visionaried that shit
So deep in your gut I hit spine and cracked it
What the is stopping me from making
that happen?
It did happen here in my rapping
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 the time I don't even show up
We roll with the hatchet like nuns role with
And to us, the hatchet means more then some
We travel, the Grand Canyon 66 times
Spitting wicked shit
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 fights everyday
It seems like everybody feel like 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 know
It happened like that
And plus the phat fact 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 it clown paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the fuck ever anybody an expert?
If we can do it,
that we did it
So what the fuck is your bitch?
Come it
Our shit paid off and we never get off
And we never get played so we never off
Some 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 about to put a 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 these
And I'm a mind it
Bitches sometimes
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 them
Back in the day you bitches woulda even look my way
Not if I ran up in your fucking ear and yelled "HEY"
Watching TV, it's hatchet in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body know they proud
How the am I supposed to get used to this freshness?
the fucking time I just front and stay breathless
And fuck man we get paid for this shit
I my momma a crib and told her to quit
fucking how...

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

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