Luyện nghe bài hát Bad,bad Man

john (bad bad man)

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

Your boy's a bad man, and we invadin the
Make unclever scurred, they be droppin the heat
Shocked the world, now I'm alone
I flip fools like them clamshell phones
You can't help but nod your to the track
Fuck the watered down rap, we be takin it
Give it to me straight - no chasin it
Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no it
you, playin the role and you plannin to fold
This the masterplan, we got the on hold
We all over the streets like favorite sneaker
Breakin up your like a drive-through speaker
that I be spittin is strong
After I rock, fast forward through the rest of the
We the monkeywrench, that's ruin your plan
And don't with John Cena - I'm a BAD, BAD MAN

the mic in my hands I'm a bad man
Even in a with 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 - rockin ambient levels
We set loose 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 rappers and responsibility
for makin future hall-of-famers look third
Y'all are lost for words like conversation on your first date
and ride beats, creep side streets
Looseleaf notepads that's where rhymes
Punchlines - man, even beg
I got knee-slappin tracks, brusin your leg
You a rhyme writer - man, that's a joke
You ain't worthy of bein my man that's a quote
I tracks like cracks in boats
And pussy rappers up with they own lines in they throat

TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and see me I'm a
MC's and they beats is what I eat, 16 leave you in the street
My are sicker than gangrene in both feet
spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head
Your rhymes are whack style is proof that the brain corrosion
is fuckin with chosen flows, I'm nice with mics
My hands'll 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 soft and you ain't a problem
I solve you, 357 long nose you
Acid in your face, bad look, 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!