Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy

I a bad boy
I a bad boy
I a bad boy
I a bad boy

going fe lick me if me not leave the bad man
My mum she's "lord have mercy, you better run come"
She asks "but wait, i don't how you grow up so facety
But you don't see little boy growing up much too lazy
Them want to whine and grind and then him leave you my
Then buck up on another and what him after
He you with him toy ad then whip your backside
He'll put you on the and then catch the ride"

Papa him say the man, him too arty-farty
My mum she say the man, him too lardy-dardy
from kingston town, them got some temper too fiery
Them smoking too much ganja and too irie
You must be careful if by you buck upon the itie
Run go tell your friend and don't look in the eye
The man him fool you with him heritage and self pride
jump around and tell him "goon and catch the ride"

No no, I a bad boy
No no, let's play your toy
No no, I a bad boy
The of guy for me