Luyện nghe bài hát Some F*ckin How

(Violent J)
Tick...Tock (x4)
BANG!

(Violent J)
I'm like a hand grenade about to pop in
My therapy wicked on these records
And I'm trying to shine I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I your spine
Right there, I visionaried that shit
So in your gut I hit your spine and cracked it
What the fuck is stopping me from making really happen?
It did happen right in my rapping
You know how many I fucked off this?
I'm fine ass hoes
And look at me, I ain't
And yet super ass hotties be blowing my up
And half the time I even show up
We role with the hatchet like role with church
And to us, the hatchet more then some merch
We travel, the Grand Canyon 66 times
Spitting wicked shit
Some how...

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

(Violent J)
I people
I get into fights
It seems like everybody feel like they got to say
To a clown
Aside I still plush
If I riding spinners
I'm in a 8th tour bus
Packed clubs, England, everywhere
And we ain't ever really flied over
I don't know
It just happened that
And plus the phat fact we can rap bitch
I roll deep, even if I go for dip
And ain't a I meet that don't sip dick
Think it clown paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the fuck ever made an expert?
If we can do it,
that, we did it
So the fuck is your idea bitch?
with it
Our paid off and we never get laid off
And we get played 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)

(Violent J)
I got some by my house
And all mine
I'm about to put a gate up around
And let a lion ya'll
Cause it would fuck up 3 dogs of mine
And they be my toes
When I be writing these
And I'm out my fucking
sometimes damn
I can't believe it when I be fucking them
They look good enough to be up in a or something
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 mothafucking know that they proud
How the am I supposed to get used to this freshness?
Half the fucking time I just and stay breathless
And fuck man somehow we get 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)

Some how
On the though
Some how...