Luyện nghe bài hát Bad,bad Man

john (bad bad man)

Aww, you did it now
Chaos you shoulda put this one in the man!
They not ready - they don't know comin man!
Oh we gonna drop this on 'em here
ain't ready for this, Y'ALL AIN'T READY FOR NONE OF THIS!

Your a bad man, and we invadin the streets
Make unclever rappers scurred, they be droppin the
the world, now I'm standin alone
I fools like them clamshell cellular phones
You can't help but nod head to the track
Fuck the watered down rap, we be it back
Give it to me - ain't no chasin it
yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin it
Cause you, playin the role and you plannin to
This the masterplan, we got the on hold
We all over the streets your favorite sneaker
Breakin up your sound like a drive-through
Everything that I be is strong
After I rock, fast forward the rest of the song
We the monkeywrench, gonna ruin your plan
And don't fuck with Cena - I'm a BAD, BAD MAN

With the mic in my I'm a bad man
Even in a fight the hands I'm a bad man
Livin in the streets all my I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man

We devils - rockin ambient
We set among hot tunes to instrumentals
And got one-liners, I drop several
And I think funny you choose, losin progress
or in place; we makin moves, and y'all settle
I rip and take responsibility
for makin future hall-of-famers look third
Y'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first
and ride beats, creep through side
notepads that's where rhymes leak
Punchlines - man, don't beg
I got knee-slappin tracks, brusin your leg
You a rhyme writer - funny man, a joke
You ain't worthy of my secretary man that's a quote
I flood tracks cracks in boats
And rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat

TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and see me I'm a
MC's and they beats is I eat, 16 I'll leave you in the street
My rhymes are sicker gangrene in both feet
It's spreadin up the leg, and for the head
Your rhymes are whack your style is proof the brain corrosion
is fuckin with chosen flows, I'm nice with mics
My break your nose like Mikey Tyson
Fightin in his prime, one
And I up the room one time, BOOM! To the jaw
face is a coat type raw
And the blood and snot they mix, on the floor
My is cop them bricks, belly on the floor
I rob you, you and you really ain't a problem
I solve you, 357 nose revolve you
in your face, bad look, dissolve you
I'm a bad, bad man

Yeah, it out
It's Bumpy baby
And I you to say hello to the BAD, BAD, MAN - C'MON!