Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That

Bad Boy,
We the last check the records
Check the
Da Band, the next of bad motherfucker, come on

Yo, I'm back and I'm hittin' 'em
Tits 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 ghetto
Breathe, pop and roll up weed
Bab's arm bitches, like I'm Hercules
You got a problem, come see the girl, I'll
Big belly we starve 'em

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

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

I'ma man, since I made 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 the band
Elliot Ness, you know I'm here to the land
try to lie and say the liquor is what made you ran
Go somewhere, and be a maintenance man, a
Dog don't me, blame ya manager

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

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 stylin' nigga)

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

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

All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy
(I'ma Dirty South nigga from the 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 kill nuthin'
I'm Fred, you want him dead, put some bullets in his
Lord forgive me, but these niggaz is wit the boss man
You don't wanna get in the trunk, you gettin' in
I'm the type you squeeze tight, and you bring your
Man homeboy 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', then off wit ya chain
Yo head, harder than wood then I'm 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 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 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 to fold, come on, and now
Give my man Diddy the throne, and don't wit the king
I'm here baby, Miami, City, Babs, Sara, Dylan, Ness
Fire, yeah, and we won't
Da Band, fire,