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 tips up in your stomach
Honestly, Bad Boy's a dynasty
Oooz on the glock, watch you ooze on the
Puff don't a nod, nothin move on the block
The streets is ours to burn for the and rocks
Princess cuts, the fuck? Watch the arm light up
Desert in the in the hood like what?
Bitches get up, niggaz get diced up, sliced up
Heist Get yo' windpipe cut
Pimp motherfucker, make dykes fuck
Off the liquor they (who?) bitch named Trisha
Catholic school girl turned sniffer
Niggaz talk slicker, I tie and rope
Check the arm and neck, how they both glitter
(bling bling) Bitch shit out her ass, 'til her anus bleed
(c'mon)

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

Ki's sold out, Rolls out
Brooklyn nigga with the best out
Fuck a pot to piss in, gimme one to boil
My approach, no reproach, sex 'em and coats
Fidel shipped me a hundred bricks, up on the
My bitch, I to our to you, playa said fly coach
I got the shit nigga, land - air - sea
(There's a new Don?) Nigga, me
Rap's my cover-up, desert boys in the concert
And the mean who take the dick to her tonsil
Paradise life, fuck the
It's nice, I like, I buy - break your fuckin give me no try
who? I'll fuckin torch you
Tie you, see me? Na na out the I.U.

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