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 shine when I this rhyme
you in the gut so hard I break your spine
Right there, I just that 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 here in my rapping
You know how many bitches I fucked off
I'm talking ass hoes
And look at me, I ain't
And yet super ass hotties be my shit up
And the time I don't even show up
We role with the hatchet like nuns with church
And to us, the hatchet means then some merch
We travel, seen the Canyon 66 times
Spitting shit rhymes
fucking how...

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

(Violent J)
I hate
I get into everyday
It seems like everybody feel like got something to say
To a hater
I still ride plush
If I ain't spinners
I'm in a 8th street bus
Packed clubs, England, Aussie
And we ain't ever really over there
I don't know
It just like that
And plus the phat that we can rap bitch
I deep, even if I go for chip dip
And ain't a bitch I that don't sip dick
about 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?
Come it
Our paid off and we never get laid off
And we never get played so we never off
fucking how....

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

(Violent J)
I got woods by my house
And they all
I'm about to put a gate up them
And let loose a ya'll
Cause it would up them 3 dogs of mine
And be licking my toes
I be writing these rhymes
And I'm out my mind
Bitches damn
I just can't believe it when I be them
They look good enough to be up in a or something
With my ass humping them
Back in the day you never woulda even look my way
Not even if I ran up in fucking ear and yelled "HEY!!"
TV, it's hatchet signs in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body know that proud
How the am I supposed to get used to this freshness?
Half the fucking time I just front and breathless
And fuck man we get paid for this shit
I bought my momma a crib and her to quit
Some how...

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

Some how
On the though
Some how...