Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That

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

Yo, I'm back and I'm hittin' 'em
don't sag, I don't need no push-up bra
Bitch you mad, got a brand new car
Drop top in the hood, I'm the ghetto
Breathe, pop bottles and roll up
Bab's strong arm bitches, like I'm
You got a problem, come see the girl, I'll
Big belly we starve 'em

in the hood, we rob 'em, whenever they flossin'
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, done let me out
Hot chick, sick when I open my mouth

All I hear is Bad Boy this and Bad Boy
(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)

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

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

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

There he go, out the G5 Wagon
G-coated, Ree's, and Tee's swaggin'
Runnin' game on ya bitch, ya a pimp
I need a bitch wit no of common sense, that about it
If you bout it then it up
Got fire and you ready 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, that bangers
Niggas be off that frail, them beef bringers
Picture a tryin' to carry me
It won't happen, I let you niggaz worry me
I'ma stay thugged out till they 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 the dirty streets)
Bad Boy will beat you 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 bring cousin'
Man homeboy y'all man

Man I got it all planned, Diddy fathered the
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 yeah, I lay wit them things
Bad Boy wit Universal, so play wit the team

Bad Boy, so don't wit the team
Bad Boy, so don't play wit the
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 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,