Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Ways

It's goin' down like ma-fucka

Is the shit gone ever
'Cause I be caught up in the of it
Click my pistol, and then in his throat I shoved it
Give me your money, and take that off nigga
Fuck Tommy 'Figga, I'm off that doe and
See I be in the east side of San Pedro Park
I smoke a camel, the done have me sparked

This lil' broad said I'm in my last days
My love me, she say she hate my bad ways
But she blame it on herself for doin' what she done
It wasn't fun, she us in the ghetto slums
So what you about myself 'cause I'm a grown man
A bad man, survival is you can
You think you know it, flossin' but I know you's a
I be watchin', tryin' to get my rob on this shit

See niggas underestimate the city I claim
Where I am niggas sayin', What the fuck is bang?
Hard livin' represent your turf, your side of town
You that's where the fuck I'm found
Knees dirty, hands dirty, smokin' on a
Gamblin' my drug money, hell yeah
'Cause I'm the nigga says do pays
My people say they love me, they say they hate my bad ways

Real bad ass
(Bad ways)
Real bad ass
(You got bad ways)
bad ass ways
Get 'cause it pays

From city to city, to state
I'm checkin' my game with my trusted 38
But bubonic at an all time low
Gotta hit the ATM to get some money fo'
Reclinin' in my Cadillac, puffin' New
on bump straight up bumpin' Too Short
You caught in the middle of a ass vibe
We copped another sack so you know my ass

Funk made by my nigga X
with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, to your chin now fin
I recommend mothafuckin' hoes your knees bend
You can't get this on any day
Best Murda One got the mothafuckin' bad ass ways

Bad ass
(You it mothafuckas)
(Bad ass ways)
Real bad ass
bad ass ways

I'm livin' live on hinges, niggas in Benz's I'm broke
I'm nothin' but hell y'all it's cut throat
I wrote a rhyme, called it a
Of hurtin' ass shit that I faced the last
My dime, goes on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up
To pick up lil' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I
Your world, gettin' it all of my

Yes, the struggle grab me, hatin' better me
Drama my momma, disowned by my daddy
What should I do, tuck my head and throw rolos
If anybody know the trouble I bet Joe knows
And raw it remind me
Of the shit I wanna put behind me
I'm stayin' high for 'cause what I'm doin' it pays
They don't hate me really, hate my bad ways

Bad
(Real bad ass ways)
Bad
(Real bad ass ways)
hate my bad ways
(Real bad ass ways)

I've been a player for years, this ain't no dream
You leavin' messages, on her machine
I'm in the bed, listenin', laughin', ticklin', giglin', it
Nigga I be it
You was hugged up her when I met her
She me that look like please make it better
I told her with my eyes, meet me over
Instantly, she was the of a player

I be this game like Iceberg Slim
What about man, she said, "Fuck him"
Let's roll, so we jumped in the
Left you at the bar, talkin' to your
Short Dog through with the satisfaction
Now you runnin' round like a fatal
'Cause I in the pussy for the last few days
Don't take it personal, it's my bad ass ways

Bad
(Real bad ass ways)
Bad
(Real bad ass ways)
Bad
(Real bad ass ways)