Luyện nghe bài hát Bad - Shyne

Geah, uhh.. (fuckers!)
Geah, uhh..

I'm the Bad Boy not to wit, you get bucked quick, stuck wit
three hollow up in your stomach
Honestly, Bad a fuckin dynasty
on the glock, watch you ooze on the spot
Puff don't give a nod, nothin move on the
The streets is ours to for the moves and rocks
Princess cuts, the fuck? Watch the arm light up
Desert in the weights in the hood what?
Bitches get hyped up, niggaz get diced up, up
Heist Get yo' windpipe cut
Pimp motherfucker, nigga make fuck
Off the they chipper (who?) bitch named Trisha
school girl turned coke sniffer
Niggaz talk slicker, I tie and quicker
Check the arm and neck, how they glitter simultaneously
(bling bling) Bitch coke out her ass, 'til her anus bleed
(c'mon)

Shyne]
Diamonds I flaunt it, bitches is on it, tell me who it?
I got it to give it, you talk it, I live it, uhh
Diamonds I flaunt it, bitches is on it, me who want it?
I got it to give it, you niggas talk it, I it, uhh

Ki's out, Royce Rolls out
Brooklyn nigga with the flow out
Fuck a pot to in, gimme one to boil coke
My approach, no reproach, just sex 'em and
Fidel shipped me a bricks, up on the boat
My bitch, I to our to you, said she'd fly coach
I got the shit locked nigga, - air - sea
(There's a new Don?) Nigga, me
Rap's my cover-up, desert them in the concert
And the mean who take the dick to her tonsil
Paradise life, the price
It's nice, I like, I buy - break your pockets fuckin me no try
Extort who? I'll torch you
Tie you, see me? Na na out the I.U.

[Funkmaster Flex Chorus]
Yeah Bad Boy,
Shout to Harve
Funk Fliggity baby; 60 of Funk, Volume Four!