Luyện nghe bài hát Badass

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, down the house,
Throwing this money like no running out.
Okay, but I know, can you get any higher,
And drop it the pole like it's a fire.
Now let me see just what you're doing with bad ass,
I can't help but watch you with your bad ass,
Let me see just what doing with your bad ass,
I can't help but watch you with your bad ass.

I'm feeling like a man of the hour, of the evening,
But it's your show, now bring it back, rerun.
I got pockets of hundreds, say that change is irrelevant,
Looking up in the sky I say I love you elevate.
Getting as you ever been, we're getting hella bent,
so hard, I deserve me a Letterman.
Man, let me see cake, cake, cake,
Like enemy's ass up, gonna take it down a sedative.
That's a negative, ain't nobody wetter
get familiar like a motherfucking relative.
Know you see the fireworks, you where my section is,
All this money falling in the air like confetti, bitch.

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, down the house,
Throwing this like it's no running out.
Okay, but I know, can you get any higher,
And drop it down the like it's a fire.
Now let me see just what you're doing your bad ass,
I can't help but watch you moving with bad ass,
Let me see just what you're doing your bad ass,
I can't help but watch you moving with bad ass.

I'm the man of the hour, and power
And the humble ain't feed me so I got that Geechi out me
And the city is ours the killers devour
Where the lift "Smith-And"s
And the victims a few flowers
Okay what I see dog you and me not
Bet they be loud when I leave out
Knowing how you how you got good shoes;
When the heat on be like pyoom
nigga with some old riches
And the coldest women I be with weave on Bitchie's
The broad let me I sweat it out P90 get me doe
And I'm she's got them cakes but I'm trying to see that throat
35-0-0 my coat, we high on that dope
Turn around girl let a know, Double M Young Olu ghost

I'm like the man of the hour, tear down the house,
this money like it's no running out.
Okay, but I know, can you get any higher,
And drop it down the pole it's a fire.
Now let me see just what you're with your bad ass,
I can't help but you moving with your bad ass,
Let me see just you're doing with your bad ass,
I can't help but you moving with your bad ass.

I'm feelin' like the man of the hour, of the evening
These niggas is haters know that we eatin'
I got a bitch she Jamaican, fuck her slow when we
I get your chick and I her, talkin' Cabo for the weekend
I'm just a young nigga outchea ballin', all bad bitches callin'
Rollie all flooded to New Orleans and a big Rolls Royces, can't it
Got gold rims on my Ash Martin and I'm up in that foreign
I said all my bitches foreign, you could run tell that ask Martin, hold up
I flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch insta-ham
Pyrex pot that's insta-grams, drop that work that's
And I'm sittin' man, on a mill, swear my life's so fuckin' real
Back to the wall like fuck the world; a nigga say me,
I'mma fuck his girl whoa

I'm feeling the man of the hour, tear down the house,
Throwing this money like it's no out.
Okay, but I know, can you get any higher,
And drop it down the pole it's a fire.
Now let me see just what you're doing your bad ass,
I help but watch you moving with your bad ass,

Now go ahead with that bad ass and fast cash my dash
Them and fat ass, got cheese out, no rat trap
late night, no cat naps, you so acrobatic
Just move it 'til the bass slap the bass like the Mac S
No question we turnt up, on my fourth cup
throwin' all this money like the ass is for purchase
Very persons, don't take it too personal
Got more bottles than homies, it's a movie, for the show

I'm feeling the man of the hour, tear down the house,
Throwing this like it's no running out.
Okay, but I know, can you get any higher,
And drop it down the like it's a fire.