Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy

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Shawty got potential, but he dont need a
You see his goons, more niggas than a concert
Body like Teyana, looking proper
Eyes half closed cause he on that ganja.. (hold up)
Hard and cardigans, they all rugby
He my little bad boy, Puffy
giving me stacks a rack, T, that
smoking on James Brown, this the pay back
I be his hood girl, I put grind in him
So inked up, I can write my with them
He give me all of his, but let me wit mine
but in the shoes, spiked up a porcupine
He love my Harlem ass, the way my pop
A real bad bitch, never needed ass
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 when i need that
and his competition is the IRS
make money, money, money,money, money
make money, money, make money,money,
now everybody say, take money, money, money, money, money
take money, money, money, money, money IRS
Cocaine
well he's a bad boy, but it feels though
Im out rapping while he in the hood yo
all the want the money, i dont need shit
look i do my own work on some Queen shit
He know he hot shit, in his pocket
swag out the world, see him and hes the topic
He the kitty up, a dog like YG
Them all fire, J-Jewels Icy.. AHHH
Him stupid, its not
cause all my hood smart, i like them just like me
Now we down at the club, with some smoke
And a G knows a G cause a G
Hit the mothers say something this bitch is
Bonnie and Clyde through the cause we bossin ..
This model thug we run with them bad toys
Its all good
a, he's a...
Bad boy, real when i a rep
and his competition is the IRS
bad boy, a real i need that
and his competition is the IRS
make money, money, make money,money,
make money, money, make money,money,
now everybody say, take money, money, money, money, money
take money, money, take money, money, IRS
Teyana & Honey Cocaine
You're my bad boy, bad boy, bad boy [x2]
up!
Who needs a bad boy, but it feels though, good though [x2]