Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Ass (Remix)

I'm like the man of the hour, tear down the house,
Throwing this money like no running out.
Okay, but I know, can you get any higher,
And drop it down the pole like a fire.
Now let me see just what you're doing with bad ass,
I can't help but watch you moving with bad ass,
Let me see just what you're with your bad ass,
I help but watch 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 of hundreds, they say that change is irrelevant,
up in the sky I say I love watching you elevate.
Getting high as you ever been, we're hella bent,
so hard, I deserve me a Letterman.
Man, let me see cake, cake, cake,
Like enemy's ass up, gonna it down like a sedative.
That's a negative, ain't nobody than
Better get familiar a motherfucking relative.
Know you see the fireworks, you looking where my is,
All this money falling in the air like confetti, bitch.

I'm feeling the man of the hour, tear down 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 help but watch you moving with bad ass,
Let me see just what you're doing your bad ass,
I can't help but watch you with your bad ass.

I'm the man of the hour, and power
And the humble ain't me so I got that Geechi shit out me
And the is ours where the killers devour
Where the niggas "Smith-And"s
And the victims a few flowers
Okay what I see dog you and me not
Bet they be loud I leave out room
Knowing how you how you got good shoes;
the heat on niggas be like pyoom
Young nigga with some old
And the coldest women I be weave on Necole Bitchie's
The broad let me I it out like P90 get me doe
And I'm sure she's got them cakes but I'm to see that throat
35-0-0 my coat, we high on that dope
Turn around girl let a nigga know, M Young Olu ghost

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, 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 what you're doing 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 watch you with your bad ass.

I'm like the man of the hour, host of the evening
niggas is haters they know that we eatin'
I got a bitch she Jamaican, her slow when we speakin'
I get your chick and I her, talkin' 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 rims on my Ash Martin and I'm rollin' up in that
I said all my bitches half foreign, you run tell that ask Martin, hold up
I flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch insta-ham
Pyrex pot that's insta-grams, drop that work that's
And I'm sittin' man, on a mill, swear my life's so fuckin' real
Back to the wall like fuck the world; a say fuck me,
I'mma his girl like whoa

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear the house,
Throwing money like 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 what you're doing with your bad ass,
I can't but watch you moving with your bad ass,

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

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 it down the pole like it's a fire.