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, stomach proper
Eyes half closed he smoking on that ganja.. (hold up)
Hard denims and cardigans, all rugby
He my little bad boy, Puffy
giving me stacks a rack, T, that
smoking on that James Brown, the pay back
I be his hood girl, I put 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, up like a porcupine
He my Harlem ass, the way my swag pop
A real bad bitch, needed ass shots
two door coupe, all white, things
and when i see him im like Honey and that Cocaine ( a)

Bad boy, real when i a rep
and his competition is the IRS
bad boy, a real when i that
and his only is the IRS
make money, money, make money,money,
money, money, make money,money, money
now everybody say, take money, money, money, money, money
take money, money, take money, money, IRS
Cocaine
well a bad boy, but it feels good though
Im out rapping he chillen 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, money in his
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 guys hood smart, i like just like me
Now we down at the club, with weed smoke
And a G knows a G cause a G
Hit the mothers say something bitch is awesome
Bonnie and Clyde through the game we bossin ..
This model life we run with them bad toys
Its all good
He's a, a...
Bad boy, real when i a rep
and his only is the IRS
bad boy, a when i need that
and his only is the IRS
make money, money, make money,money,
make money, money, make money,money,
now everybody say, take money, money, take money, money,
take money, money, take money, money, IRS
Teyana & Honey Cocaine
You're my little bad boy, bad boy, bad boy
up!
Who needs a bad boy, but it feels though, good though [x2]