Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That

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

Yo, I'm back and I'm hittin' 'em
Tits sag, I don't need no push-up bra
you mad, Babs got a brand new car
Drop top in the hood, I'm the ghetto
Breathe, pop bottles and roll up
Bab's arm bitches, like I'm Hercules
You got a problem, come see the girl, solve'em
Big belly bitches we 'em

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

All I is Bad Boy this 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 and we rollin' six deep)

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

Keep ya hands out my pockets
Franchise I play for the Rockets nigga
'Who Ya', 'Biggie Smalls', Tupac ya nigga
'Ready to Die', 'All on the project nigga
You stocky, I put somethin' in ya biceps
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 beat you down wit a baseball bat
(That chain, fugazy, you ain't nigga)

There he go, out the G5 Wagon
G-coated, Ree's, and Tee's swaggin'
game on ya bitch, ya boy's a pimp
I need a bitch wit no type of common sense, about it
If you bout it then it up
Got that fire and you ready to it, then tote it up
Now that's gangsta, make me spank ya
You, run in that water now ya life is in

Ride wit the underworld, keep bangers
Niggas be off that frail, them beef bringers
Picture a nigga to carry me
It happen, I won't let you niggaz worry me
I'ma stay thugged out they bury me
When 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 beat you down wit a baseball bat
(Get crunk, get buck, get the off ya feet)

Best believe these dudes ain't never kill
I'm Fred, you want him dead, put some bullets in his
Lord forgive me, but niggaz is playin' wit the boss man
You don't wanna get in the trunk, you gettin' in
I'm the you squeeze tight, and you bring your cousin'
Man that's y'all man

Man I got it all planned, fathered the game
I'm 'Bad', but not a 'Boy', I got a of his name
And homie, I see you slippin', then off wit ya chain
Yo head, harder than then I'm sawin' yo brain
A Don, I mean I say, and I say what I mean
I eat, shit, and sleep yeah, I lay wit things
Bad Boy wit Universal, so play wit the team

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

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 cold to fold, on, and now
Give my man Diddy the throne, and play wit the king
I'm here baby, Miami, Choppa City, Babs, Sara, Dylan,
Fire, yeah, and we stop
Da Band, fire,