Luyện nghe bài hát Bad To The Bone

I'm bad to the bone, with a style Al Capone
I'ma smile while I you the dial tone
Eatin shrimp and girls I be
Walk like I'm limpin, this brother simpin
Not to mention, I'm of Mack Daddy conventions
I get a lot of
Sleepin in that's made of satin
with one of my makin honies, she's mixed Spanish and Latin
She's a fly of swinger
Twenty carats on her fingers, on every coat hanger
In a highrise, made for only fly
With a that attracts the ladies eyes
the stash and the cashflow
Profile's kept low, more than Barry Manilow
Fly cars, I got diamonds in jars
To earn respect, bar fight scars
Slick talkin with a chick when I'm
Midnight stalkin, all the suckers be
And I max while you be your Cadillacs
Smooth as a fax, but I can cut you an axe
Big spender, cause I'm a winner like Jenner
I burn all beginners and let em simmer like a TV
On the phone cause I'm hard stone
Holdin my own, cause I'm bad to the
I'm gettin cash and, ladies receive my
I'm crashin with a flashy type of action
On stage, I kick
And I the bravest, more diamonds than Sammy Davis
I'm dramatic than _Dallas_ is
More pretty than a palace is, hands no
Give me a clever girl and I'll her
The man that rocks her in pure silk
So what you want honey a chump or a
Visa or food stamps, or lamps?
I run the game Sega
Go to war like Noreaga, hit like
when I'm fightin I'm frightenin
Stick chicks slick in quick greased lightning
Ladies I'll love you all tomorrow like
And I bet you'll all leave wet panties
Cause I can make a eighty yard dash come fast
Wrap rappers all up in the back, like a
Police wanna me
Cause I got all the material has me lookin jazzy
The MC
so fat, I flat em down with a dough roller
Dead zone I strike the microphone
G. Rap's known, cause I'm bad to the
I never needed a handin
I'm outstandin, type of guy, girls abandon
And when I'm rollin force, three across your belly
Knockin suckers out the box I'm playin skelly
I pull out the .45 if you offend me
And the barrel of it smokin like a chimney
Rhymes are dynamic, voice is
Gigantic, suckers get frantic and panic
A smooth talker, cause I'm a New Yorker
My rhymes more Good Times than Jimmie Walker
A bumrusher, cause I'm a crusher of
When I thirty, I'll still be dirty as Redd Foxx
Try to cope, I wrote, get a sore throat
My lyrical notes float like
I keep it steady for the petty sucker I'll be ready
I got more bodies than Frank
Battles I win em cause I em to hell when I begin em
I put it in em like a venom
Discover the toughest rap brother you seen
Not a fairy, but milky like the Queen
Movin around like a choreographer
Posin my hoes in all for the photographer
On video, show I makin your girlfriend
Cause I'm bad to the