Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That

Bad Boy,
We the last standin' the records
the score
Da Band, the next generation of bad motherfucker, on

Yo, I'm back and I'm 'em hard
Tits don't sag, I don't need no bra
Bitch you mad, Babs got a new car
Drop top in the hood, I'm the superstar
Breathe, pop and roll up weed
Bab's strong arm bitches, I'm Hercules
You got a problem, come see the girl, I'll
Big belly bitches we 'em

Niggas in the hood, we rob 'em, whenever flossin'
Better tuck in ya bitch and keep on walkin'
You a thug, why you on talkin', let's get it crackin'
Get a bitch stomped out in the club, I make it
I got this, Diddy let me out
Hot chick, spit when I open my mouth

All I hear is Bad Boy and Bad Boy that
(My year, now so you betta leave)
Bad Boy will beat you down, wit a baseball bat
(Me and my people comin' and we six deep)

I'ma changed man, I made the band
Nobody, a damn, no one gave a hand
Made man, made the band, ya hands
in the watch, I think I'm 'bout to blaze the band
Elliot Ness, you know I'm here to the land
Don't try to lie and say the liquor is made you ran
Go somewhere, and be a man, a janitor
Dog don't me, blame ya manager

Keep ya hands out my pockets
Franchise like I for the Rockets nigga
'Who Shot Ya', Smalls', Tupac ya nigga
'Ready to Die', 'All Eyes' on the project
You stocky, I put somethin' in ya niggaz
I can't it, I'm a violent nigga, silence

All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy
(But you wit the wildest nigga)
This Bad Boy will beat you down wit a bat
(That chain, fugazy, you stylin' nigga)

There he go, hoppin' out the G5
G-coated, Ree's, and Tee's swaggin'
Runnin' on ya bitch, ya boy's a pimp
I need a bitch wit no type of sense, that about it
If you bout it throw it up
Got that fire and you ready to light it, tote it up
Now that's gangsta, don't me spank ya
You, run in that water now ya is in danger

Ride wit the underworld, that keep
Niggas that be off that frail, them bringers
Picture a tryin' to carry me
It happen, I won't let you niggaz worry me
I'ma stay thugged out till they me
they do, I can't wait to see Barry B

All I hear is Bad Boy and Bad Boy that
(I'ma Dirty South from the dirty streets)
Bad Boy will you down wit a baseball bat because
(Get crunk, get buck, get the off ya feet)

Best believe these dudes ain't kill nuthin'
I'm Fred, you him dead, put some bullets in his coffin
Lord forgive me, but niggaz is playin' wit the boss man
You don't get in the trunk, you gettin' tossed in
I'm the type you squeeze tight, and you bring your
Man homeboy that's man

Man I got it all planned, Diddy fathered the
I'm 'Bad', but not a 'Boy', I got a part of his
And homie, I see you slippin', then it's off wit ya
Yo head, harder than wood then I'm sawin' yo
A Don, I mean what I say, and I say I mean
I eat, shit, and yeah, I lay wit them things
Bad Boy wit Universal, so don't play wit the

Bad Boy, so play wit the team
Bad Boy, so don't wit the team
Bad Boy, so don't wit the team

Da Band, Da Band, Da Band,
Fire, fire, Too Hot For T.V.
Too hot to hold in the this time
Too hot to hold to to fold, come on, and now
Give my man Diddy the throne, and don't play wit the
I'm baby, Miami, Choppa City, Babs, Sara, Dylan, Ness
Fire, yeah, and we stop
Da Band, fire,