Luyện nghe bài hát Bad - Shyne

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

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

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

Ki's out, Royce Rolls out
Brooklyn with the best flow out
Fuck a pot to piss in, gimme one to coke
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 locked nigga, land - air - sea
(There's a new Don?) Nigga, me
Rap's my cover-up, desert boys in the concert
And the mean bitch who the dick to her tonsil
life, fuck the price
It's nice, I like, I buy - your pockets fuckin give me no try
Extort who? fuckin torch you
Tie you, see me? Na na out the I.U.

[Funkmaster Flex over
Yeah Bad Boy,
Shout to Pierre
Funk baby; 60 Minutes of Funk, Volume Four!