Luyện nghe bài hát Bad To The Bone

I'm bad to the bone, with a like Al Capone
I'ma smile I give you the dial tone
Eatin shrimp and girls I be
Walk like I'm limpin, brother ain't simpin
Not to mention, I'm winner of Mack conventions
I get a lot of
Sleepin in sheets that's made of
with one of my money makin honies, mixed Spanish and Latin
She's a fly type of
Twenty carats on her fingers, minks on coat hanger
In a highrise, made for only fly
With a size that attracts the ladies
the stash and the cashflow
Profile's kept low, more dough than Manilow
Fly cars, I got in jelly jars
To earn respect, collectin bar fight
Slick talkin with a when I'm walkin
Midnight stalkin, all the suckers be
And I max you be waxin your Cadillacs
Smooth as a fax, but I can cut you an axe
Big spender, cause I'm a like Bruce Jenner
I burn all and let em simmer like a TV dinner
On the phone cause I'm like stone
Holdin my own, I'm bad to the bone
I'm gettin cash and, ladies my passion
Parties I'm with a flashy type of action
On stage, I outrageous
And I enslave the bravest, more than Sammy Davis
I'm more dramatic _Dallas_ is
More than a palace is, hands no callouses
Give me a clever and I'll outfox her
The man rocks her in pure silk boxers
So what you honey a chump or a champ?
Visa or food stamps, or lamps?
I run the like Sega
Go to war like Noreaga, hit Schawrzaneggar
Excitin when I'm fightin I'm
Stick chicks slick in quick greased lightning
I'll love you all tomorrow like Annie
And I bet you'll all with wet panties
Cause I can make a eighty yard dash back fast
Wrap rappers all up in the back, like a
Police harass me
Cause I got all the that has me lookin jazzy
The MC
Pockets so fat, I flat em down with a roller
Dead zone when I strike the
G. Rap's known, I'm bad to the bone
I needed a helpin handin
I'm outstandin, of guy, girls never abandon
And when I'm with force, three across your belly
suckers out the box like I'm playin skelly
Cause I pull out the .45 if you me
And the barrel of it smokin like a chimney
Rhymes are dynamic, voice is
Gigantic, suckers get frantic and then
A talker, cause I'm a Queens New Yorker
My bring more Good Times than Jimmie Walker
A bumrusher, cause I'm a crusher of
When I turn thirty, I'll still be dirty as Redd
Try to cope, I wrote, get a sore throat
My lyrical float like sailboats
I keep it steady for the petty sucker rappers I'll be
I got more than Frank Netti
Battles I win em cause I send em to hell I begin em
I put it in em like a venom
Discover the toughest rap you ever seen
Not a fairy, but milky the Dairy Queen
Movin around a smooth choreographer
Posin my hoes in all for the photographer
On video, show I makin girlfriend moan
I'm bad to the bone