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
Bitch you mad, got a brand new car
top in the hood, I'm the ghetto superstar
Breathe, pop and roll up weed
Bab's strong arm bitches, I'm Hercules
You got a problem, see the girl, I'll solve'em
Big bitches we starve 'em

in the hood, we rob 'em, whenever they flossin'
Better tuck in ya chain and keep on walkin'
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, Diddy 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 gave a
Made man, made the band, ya hands
in the watch, I think I'm 'bout to blaze the band
Elliot Ness, you I'm here to save the land
Don't try to lie and say the liquor is what you ran
Go somewhere, and be a man, a janitor
Dog blame me, blame ya manager

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

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

There he go, out the G5 Wagon
G-coated, Ree's, and Tee's swaggin'
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 ready to it, then tote it up
Now that's gangsta, don't make me ya
You, run in that water now ya is in danger

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

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

Best believe these dudes ain't never nuthin'
I'm Fred, you want him dead, put some bullets in his
Lord 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 your cousin'
Man homeboy that's 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 than wood I'm sawin' yo brain
A Don, I mean what I say, and I say I mean
I eat, shit, and sleep yeah, I lay wit things
Bad Boy wit Universal, so play wit the team

Bad Boy, so play 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 headphones this
Too hot to to cold to fold, come on, and now
Give my man the throne, and don't play wit the king
I'm baby, Miami, Choppa City, Babs, Sara, Dylan, Ness
Fire, yeah, and we won't
Da Band, fire,