Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Ways

It's goin' down like this

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 a rhyme, called it a pastime
Of hurtin' ass shit I faced the last time
My last dime, on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up
To up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, by the way I protest
Your world, it all of my chest

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

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

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

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

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