Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That

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

Yo, I'm back and I'm 'em hard
Tits don't sag, I don't need no 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 strong arm bitches, I'm Hercules
You got a problem, come see the girl, I'll
Big bitches we starve 'em

Niggas in the hood, we rob 'em, whenever they
Better tuck in ya chain 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 it happen
I got this, Diddy let me out
Hot chick, spit sick I open my mouth

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

I'ma changed man, since I made the
Nobody, a damn, no one gave a hand
Made man, the band, wave ya hands
in the watch, I think I'm 'bout to blaze the band
Elliot Ness, you I'm here to save the land
try to lie and say the liquor is what made you ran
Go somewhere, and be a maintenance man, a
Dog blame me, blame ya manager

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

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

There he go, hoppin' out the G5
G-coated, Ree's, Baud's and Tee's
Runnin' game on ya bitch, ya boy's a
I need a bitch wit no of common sense, that about it
If you bout it throw it up
Got that fire and you ready to light it, then 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, beef bringers
Picture a tryin' to carry me
It won't happen, I won't let you worry me
I'ma stay out till they bury me
When they do, I can't wait to see B

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

believe these dudes ain't never kill nuthin'
I'm Fred, you want him dead, put some bullets in his
Lord forgive me, but these niggaz is playin' wit the man
You don't wanna get in the trunk, you gettin' in
I'm the type you squeeze tight, and you 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 part of his
And homie, I see you slippin', it's off wit ya chain
Yo head, harder than wood I'm sawin' yo brain
A Don, I mean what I say, and I say what I
I eat, shit, and sleep yeah, I lay wit them
Bad Boy wit Universal, so don't wit the team

Bad Boy, so play 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, City, Babs, Sara, Dylan, Ness
Fire, yeah, and we won't
Da Band, fire,