Luyện nghe bài hát Bada Bing

Not a lot of
When he do the thing, bada boom, bing
From the womb to the
Get ricotta, bada bing, bada boom

Doom, your reputation you
Wail till you crack and see we do, you dweeb you
No pun intended, one to know one
know, it's unscented

Yo son, demented when sent it from the other time
Before and they mother rhyme
a crime beats is the same way
Make 'em wanna hit the streets with the heat for a pay

Game day, flag on the play, improper
Drag on the suede from the gem drop of well
He didn't listen, kissin' the city glistened
Dependin' on what from what you're sittin'

In the pissy wind, is this thing
Who let the spinnin' whisperin' in?
The Villain Without a doubt, that's his name
Don't play it out or spray it, when you say it out mouth

Then gave him a cold for a hour
And him take a gold shower for fakin' funk, soul power
Stocky, and cocky
Looked like Creed after he fought with Rocky

Rhymed in a broken English slang, not
Thirteen, his first queen wore hot knock
Had to tell her pops, yo stop B

Hold somethin' for your yay habit
Then go, bada-bing-bing-bing like rabbit
How 'bout the sicko say it?
liquor in the cabinet and a slicker for the crafted

And Heineken, I him much obliged friend
I gotta spend, if I only touch her thighs then?
Why his widened?
He know your man had a nice surprise hidin'
Took in ridin' in a sly wise guy grin

Real real on the microphone
The wheels are steel
Please, at least your ideals
How you got her walkin' along the stroll in high

He said her mama was old
God bless her soul
Now no more drama is your

to the head
He know a lot of haters can't till he dead
Lead to go, like a ho, to a strange whack
Only he know will change his back do', how trife

Rules is rules, go there
Stay on sale like a old coat made of
a snotty chicken on E, the Lone Ranger
Why everybody always pickin' on and doom?

it's him
Called up my lady, her baby it's slim
Make me up a margarita I to take a swim
Tell kids remember school, if they let 'em out, cool
But get the from out the pool

Hey shithead, it's me
And you know what? I just heard, all done now
And somehow, I guess you must have my number
You what? You suck

You suck, music sucks
And I hate your sucky metal face
I hope you burn, you're going
This is the last big mistake, ever make
You suck, I hate guts

But, if is another project in the future
keep me in mind, thank you