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, stomach looking
Eyes half closed cause he smoking on ganja.. (hold up)
denims 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 girl, I put that grind in him
So up, I can write my rhymes with them
He give me all of his, but let me wit mine
but in the shoes, spiked up a porcupine
He my Harlem 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 when i a rep
and his competition is the IRS
bad boy, a real when i need
and his competition is the IRS
money, money, make money,money, money
make money, money, money,money, money
now everybody say, take money, money, take money, money,
take money, money, money, money, money IRS
Honey
well a bad boy, but it feels good though
Im out rapping while he chillen in the yo
all the girls want the money, i 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 kitty up, a dog YG
Them jordans all fire, J-Jewels Icy..
Him stupid, its not
cause all my hood smart, i like them just like me
Now we down at the club, with some weed
And a G knows a G a G knows
Hit the mothers say something bitch is awesome
and Clyde through the game cause we bossin ..
This thug life we run with them bad toys
Its all good
a, he's a...
Bad boy, real when i a rep
and his only is the IRS
bad boy, a when i need that
and his competition is the IRS
make money, money, make money,money,
make money, money, money,money, money
now everybody say, take money, money, money, money, money
take money, money, money, money, money IRS
Teyana Taylor & Cocaine
You're my bad boy, bad boy, bad boy [x2]
up!
Who a bad boy, but it feels good though, good though [x2]