Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Ass

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear the house,
Throwing this money it's no running out.
Okay, but I know, can you get any higher,
And drop it the pole like it's a fire.
Now let me see just what you're with your bad ass,
I can't but watch you moving with your bad ass,
Let me see just what you're doing your bad ass,
I can't help but you moving with your bad ass.

I'm feeling a man of the hour, host of the evening,
But girl it's show, now bring it back, rerun.
I got pockets of hundreds, they say that is irrelevant,
Looking up in the sky I say I watching you elevate.
Getting high as you ever been, we're getting bent,
so hard, I deserve me a Letterman.
Man, let me see cake, cake, cake,
enemy's ass up, gonna take it down like a sedative.
That's a negative, ain't wetter than
Better get like a motherfucking relative.
Know you see the fireworks, you looking where my is,
All this money in the air like it's confetti, bitch.

I'm like the man of the hour, tear down the house,
Throwing this like it's no running out.
Okay, but I know, can you get any higher,
And drop it down the like it's a fire.
Now let me see just you're doing with your bad ass,
I help but watch you moving with your bad ass,
Let me see just what you're with your bad ass,
I can't help but watch you moving with bad ass.

I'm the man of the hour, money and
And the ain't feed me so I got that Geechi shit out me
And the city is ours where the killers
Where the lift "Smith-And"s
And the lift a few flowers
Okay what I see dog you and me not
Bet they be loud when I leave out
Knowing how you how you got good shoes;
When the on niggas be like pyoom
nigga with some old riches
And the coldest I be with weave on Necole Bitchie's
The broad let me I sweat it out P90 get me doe
And I'm sure she's got cakes but I'm trying to see that throat
my coat, we high chokin' on that dope
Turn around girl let a nigga know, M Young Olu ghost

I'm like the man of the hour, tear down the house,
Throwing this money like it's no out.
Okay, but I know, can you get any higher,
And drop it down the like it's a fire.
Now let me see just what you're with your bad ass,
I can't help but you moving with your bad ass,
Let me see just what you're doing with bad ass,
I can't help but watch you moving with bad ass.

I'm feelin' like the man of the hour, of the evening
These niggas is they know that we eatin'
I got a she Jamaican, fuck her slow when we speakin'
I get your chick and I take her, Cabo for the weekend
I'm just a young nigga outchea ballin', all bad bitches callin'
Rollie all flooded to New Orleans and a big Rolls Royces, park it
Got gold on my Ash Martin and I'm rollin' up in that foreign
I all my bitches half foreign, you could run tell that ask Martin, hold up
I flex hard on Instagram, your bitch goin insta-ham
Pyrex pot insta-grams, drop that work that's insta-bands
And I'm man, on a couple mill, swear my life's so fuckin' real
Back to the wall like the world; a nigga say fuck me,
I'mma his girl like whoa

I'm like the man of the hour, tear down the house,
Throwing money like it's no running out.
Okay, but I know, can you get any higher,
And it down the pole like it's a fire.
Now let me see just you're doing with your bad ass,
I can't help but you moving with your bad ass,

Now go ahead that bad ass and fast cash my dash pass
Them and fat ass, got cheese out, no rat trap
Real night, no cat naps, you so acrobatic
Just it 'til the bass slap the bass slap like the Mac S
No we turnt up, workin' on my fourth cup
Then throwin' all this like the ass is for purchase
Very important persons, don't it too personal
Got more bottles than homies, it's a movie, for the show

I'm like the man of the hour, tear down the house,
Throwing this money like it's no out.
Okay, but I know, can you get any higher,
And drop it the pole like it's a fire.