Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That

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

Yo, I'm back and I'm '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 bottles and roll up
Bab's arm bitches, like I'm Hercules
You got a problem, come see the girl, I'll
Big belly bitches we 'em

Niggas in the hood, we rob 'em, whenever they
Better tuck in ya chain bitch and keep on
You a thug, why you keep on talkin', 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 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 comin' and we rollin' six deep)

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

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

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

he go, hoppin' out the G5 Wagon
G-coated, Ree's, Baud's and Tee's
Runnin' game on ya bitch, ya boy's a
I need a bitch wit no type of common sense, that it
If you bout it then it up
Got that fire and you to light it, then tote it up
Now that's gangsta, don't me spank ya
You, run in that water now ya life is in

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

All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy
(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 niggaz is playin' wit the boss man
You wanna get in the trunk, you gettin' tossed in
I'm the type you squeeze tight, and you bring cousin'
Man homeboy that's man

Man I got it all planned, Diddy 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 then I'm sawin' yo
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 play wit the

Bad Boy, so don't wit the team
Bad Boy, so don't 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 the throne, and don't play wit the king
I'm here baby, Miami, Choppa City, Babs, Sara, Dylan,
Fire, yeah, and we stop
Da Band, fire,