Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy

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

Papa going fe me if me not leave the bad man
My mum crying "lord have mercy, you better run come"
She asks "but wait, i don't know how you up so facety
But you don't see little boy them growing up too lazy
want to whine and grind and then him leave you my daughter
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 train and then the ride"

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

No no, I a bad boy
No no, play with your toy
No no, I a bad boy
The of guy for me