Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Ass (Remix)

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 down the pole 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 what you're doing with your bad ass,
I can't help but you moving with your bad ass.

I'm like a man of the hour, host of the evening,
But girl your show, now bring it back, rerun.
I got of hundreds, they say that change is irrelevant,
Looking up in the sky I say I watching you elevate.
Getting as you ever been, we're getting 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 wetter than
Better get familiar like a relative.
Know you see the fireworks, you where my section is,
All money falling in the air like it's 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 doing with bad ass,
I help but watch you moving with your bad ass,
Let me see just what doing with your bad ass,
I can't but watch you moving 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 city is ours where the killers
the niggas lift "Smith-And"s
And the victims lift a few
Okay I see dog you and me not cool
Bet they be loud when I leave out
Knowing how you how you got good shoes;
the heat on niggas be like pyoom
Young nigga with old riches
And the coldest women I be weave on Necole Bitchie's
The let me I sweat 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 chokin' on that dope
Turn around girl let a nigga know, M Young Olu ghost

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

I'm like the man of the hour, host of the evening
These niggas is haters they 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 nigga outchea ballin', all these bad bitches callin'
Rollie all flooded to New Orleans and a big Royces, can't park it
Got rims on my Ash Martin and I'm rollin' up in that foreign
I said all my bitches half foreign, you could run tell ask Martin, hold up
I flex hard on Instagram, post bitch goin insta-ham
Pyrex pot that's insta-grams, drop that that's insta-bands
And I'm man, on a couple mill, swear my life's so fuckin' real
to the wall like fuck the world; a nigga say fuck me,
I'mma fuck his girl whoa

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 pole like a fire.
Now let me see just what doing with your bad ass,
I can't help but watch you moving 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
late night, no cat naps, you so acrobatic
Just move it the bass slap the bass slap like the Mac S
No question we up, workin' on my fourth cup
Then throwin' all money like the ass is for purchase
important persons, don't take it too personal
Got more bottles than homies, it's a movie, for the show

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