Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There he go, out the G5 Wagon
G-coated, Ree's, Baud's and swaggin'
game on ya bitch, ya boy's a pimp
I need a bitch wit no type of common sense, that 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 water now ya life is in danger

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

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

Best these dudes ain't never kill nuthin'
I'm Fred, you want him dead, put some bullets in his
Lord forgive me, but these is playin' wit the boss man
You don't get in the trunk, you gettin' tossed in
I'm the you squeeze tight, and you bring your cousin'
Man homeboy that's 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', then off wit ya chain
Yo head, harder than wood then I'm sawin' yo
A Don, I what I say, and I say what 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 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 this time
Too hot to hold to cold to fold, on, and now
Give my man Diddy the throne, and don't wit the king
I'm here baby, Miami, Choppa City, Babs, Sara, Dylan,
Fire, yeah, and we won't
Da Band, fire,