Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy

Uhn


Shawty got potential, but he dont need a
You should see his goons, niggas than a concert
Body like Teyana, looking proper
Eyes half closed cause he smoking on ganja.. (hold up)
Hard denims and cardigans, all rugby
He my bad boy, Sean Puffy
giving me stacks a rack, T, take
smoking on James Brown, this the pay back
I be his hood girl, I put that in him
So inked up, I can write my rhymes with
He give me all of his, but let me wit mine
but in the shoes, up like a porcupine
He love my ass, the way my swag pop
A real bad bitch, never ass shots
two door coupe, all white, things
and when i see him im Honey and that Cocaine ( need a)

Bad boy, real i need a rep
and his competition is the IRS
bad boy, a real i need that
and his only is the IRS
money, money, make money,money, money
make money, money, make money,money,
now everybody say, take money, money, take money, money,
take money, money, take money, money, IRS
Cocaine
well he's a bad boy, but it feels though
Im out while he chillen in the hood yo
all the girls the money, i dont need shit
Cause look i do my own work on Queen shit
He he hot shit, money in his pocket
out the world, they see him and hes the topic
He beat the up, a dog like YG
Them jordans all fire, J-Jewels Icy..
Him stupid, its not
cause all my guys hood smart, i like them just me
Now we down at the club, with some weed
And a G a G cause a G knows
Hit the mothers say something this bitch is
Bonnie and Clyde through the game cause we ..
This model thug life we run with bad toys
Its all good
a, he's a...
Bad boy, real i need a rep
and his only is the IRS
bad boy, a real i need that
and his only is the IRS
make money, money, make money,money,
make money, money, money,money, money
now everybody say, take money, money, take money, money,
take money, money, money, money, money IRS
Taylor & Honey Cocaine
You're my bad boy, bad boy, bad boy [x2]
up!
Who needs a bad boy, but it feels good though, though [x2]