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 tips up in your
Honestly, Bad Boy's a fuckin
Oooz on the glock, you ooze on the spot
Puff don't give a nod, nothin on the block
The streets is ours to burn for the and rocks
Princess cuts, the fuck? Watch the arm light up
in the weights in the hood like what?
Bitches get up, niggaz get diced up, sliced up
Heist Get yo' windpipe cut
motherfucker, nigga make dykes fuck
Off the they chipper (who?) bitch named Trisha
Catholic school turned coke sniffer
Niggaz slicker, I tie and rope quicker
Check the arm and neck, how they both simultaneously
(bling bling) Bitch shit coke out her ass, 'til her anus
(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
I flaunt 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
nigga 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 bricks, up on the boat
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 take the to her tonsil
life, fuck the price
It's nice, I like, I buy - break your fuckin give me no try
Extort who? fuckin torch you
Tie you, see me? Na na out the I.U.

[Funkmaster over Chorus]
Bad Boy, Shyne
Shout to Harve
Fliggity baby; 60 Minutes of Funk, Volume Four!