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 what's comin man!
Oh we gonna drop this on 'em right
Y'all ain't ready for this, Y'ALL AIN'T READY FOR OF THIS!

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

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

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

TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and see me I'm a
MC's and they beats is what I eat, 16 I'll you in the street
My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both
spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head
Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the corrosion
is fuckin with your chosen flows, I'm with mics
My hands'll break your nose Mikey Tyson
in his prime, one rhyme
And I up the room one time, BOOM! To the jaw
Your face is a type raw
And the and snot they mix, jelly on the floor
My love is cop them bricks, belly on the
I rob you, you soft and you ain't a problem
I solve you, 357 long nose you
Acid in face, bad look, dissolve you
I'm a bad, bad man

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