Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That

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

Yo, I'm back and I'm 'em hard
don't sag, I don't need no push-up 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 arm bitches, like I'm Hercules
You got a problem, come see the girl, solve'em
Big belly bitches we 'em

Niggas in the hood, we rob 'em, 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 bitch stomped out in the club, I it happen
I got this, Diddy let me out
Hot chick, spit sick when I my mouth

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

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

ya hands out my pockets nigga
Franchise I play for the Rockets nigga
'Who Ya', 'Biggie Smalls', Tupac ya nigga
'Ready to Die', 'All Eyes' on the project
You stocky, I put somethin' in ya niggaz
I help it, I'm a violent nigga, silence

All I is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that
(But you fuckin' wit the nigga)
This Bad Boy will beat you wit a baseball bat
(That chain, fugazy, you ain't nigga)

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

Ride wit the underworld, keep bangers
Niggas be off that frail, them beef bringers
Picture a tryin' to carry me
It happen, I won't let you niggaz worry me
I'ma thugged out till they bury 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 nigga from the 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 want him dead, put some bullets in his
forgive me, but these 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 cousin'
Man that's y'all man

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

Bad Boy, so don't wit the team
Bad Boy, so play 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 headphones time
Too hot to hold to to fold, come 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 won't
Da Band, fire,