Luyện nghe bài hát Some F*ckin How

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

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

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

(Violent J)
I people
I get fights everyday
It seems like everybody feel like got something to say
To a clown
Aside I ride plush
If I riding spinners
I'm in a 8th street bus
Packed clubs, England, everywhere
And we ain't really flied over there
I don't know
It just like that
And the phat fact that we can rap bitch
I roll deep, if I go for chip dip
And ain't a bitch I meet that don't sip
Think about it paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the fuck ever anybody an expert?
If we can do it,
that, we did it
So what the is your idea bitch?
Come it
Our shit paid off and we 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 they all
I'm to put a gate up around them
And let a lion ya'll
Cause it would fuck up them 3 dogs of
And be licking my toes
When I be these rhymes
And I'm out my mind
Bitches damn
I just believe it when I be fucking them
They look good enough to be up in a or something
my scrubby ass humping them
Back in the day you bitches woulda even look my way
Not even if I ran up in your fucking ear and "HEY!!"
Watching TV, it's hatchet signs in the
Letting every mothafucking body that they proud
How the fuck am I supposed to get used to this
Half the time I just front and stay breathless
And man somehow we get paid for this shit
I bought my momma a crib and her to quit
fucking how...

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

Some how
On the though
fucking how...