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

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BAMMMMMM!

I'm a hand grenade about to pop in seconds
My therapy wicked shit on these
And I'm trying to shine when I spit this
Punch you in the gut so I break your spine
there,
I just visionaried shit
So deep in gut I hit your spine and cracked it
What the fuck is me from making
that happen?
It did happen here in my rapping
You know how many bitches I fucked off
I'm fine ass hoes
And look at me, I ain't
And yet super ass hotties be blowing my up
And half the I don't even show up
We roll with the like nuns role with church
And to us, the hatchet means more then some
We travel, the Grand Canyon 66 times
Spitting shit rhymes
Some 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 fights
It seems like everybody feel they got something to say
To a
Haters aside I still plush
If I ain't riding
I'm in an 8th tour bus
Packed clubs, England, everywhere
And we ain't ever really over there
I don't fucking
It just happened 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,
Fuck we did it
So what the fuck is your idea
Come it
Our paid 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 some woods by my
And they all
I'm to put a gate up around them
And let loose a
Cause it would fuck up them 3 of mine
And be licking my toes
When I be these rhymes
And I'm a fucking it
Bitches sometimes
I just can't believe it when I be 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, hatchet signs in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body know they proud
How the fuck am I to get used to this freshness?
Half the fucking time I just and stay breathless
And fuck man somehow we get paid for shit
I bought my 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
Some how
On the real
Some how...