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

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BAMMMMMM!

I'm like a hand grenade about to pop in
My therapy wicked on these records
And I'm trying to shine when I spit rhyme
Punch you in the gut so I break your spine
there,
I just visionaried that
So deep in your gut I hit spine and cracked it
the fuck is stopping me from making
that really
It did right here in my rapping
You know how many bitches I off this?
I'm talking fine ass
And at me, I ain't shit
And yet super ass hotties be blowing my up
And the time I don't even show up
We roll the hatchet like nuns role with church
And to us, the hatchet means more then merch
We travel, seen the Grand 66 times
Spitting wicked shit
fucking how...

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

I hate
I get into everyday
It seems like everybody like they got something to say
To a
Haters aside I ride plush
If I ain't spinners
I'm in an 8th street bus
Packed clubs, England, everywhere
And we ain't ever really over there
I fucking know
It happened like that
And plus the phat fact that we can rap
I roll deep, if I go for chip dip
And ain't a I meet that don't sip dick
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, hard
Who the fuck ever made an expert?
If we can do it,
that we did it
So what the fuck is your idea
with it
Our shit off and we never get laid off
And we never get so we never fade 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 they all
I'm about to put a gate up them
And let loose a
Cause it would fuck up them 3 of mine
And they be licking my
When I be these rhymes
And I'm a fucking it
Bitches sometimes
I just can't believe it I be fucking them
They good enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my ass humping them
Back in the day you never woulda even look my way
Not if I ran up in your fucking ear and yelled "HEY"
Watching TV, it's hatchet signs in the
Letting every mothafucking know that they proud
How the am I supposed to get used to this freshness?
Half the time I just front and stay breathless
And fuck man somehow we get for this shit
I my momma a crib and told her to quit
Some how...

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

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