Luyện nghe bài hát Badass

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear 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 with your bad ass,
I can't help but watch you moving with bad ass,
Let me see just you're doing with your bad ass,
I can't help but watch you moving with bad ass.

I'm feeling a man of the hour, host of the evening,
But girl your show, now bring it back, rerun.
I got pockets of hundreds, say that change is irrelevant,
up in the sky I say I love watching you elevate.
Getting high as you ever been, we're getting bent,
so hard, I deserve me a Letterman.
Man, let me see cake, cake, cake,
enemy's ass up, gonna take it down like a sedative.
That's a negative, ain't wetter than
Better get familiar like a relative.
Know you see the fireworks, you where my section is,
All this money falling in the air it's confetti, bitch.

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 down the pole it's a fire.
Now let me see just you're doing with your bad ass,
I can't but watch you moving with your bad ass,
Let me see just what doing with 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 Geechi shit out me
And the city is ours where the 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 when I leave out room
Knowing how you how you got good shoes;
When the heat on niggas be pyoom
Young with some old riches
And the coldest I be with weave on Necole Bitchie's
The broad let me I it out like P90 get me doe
And I'm sure got them cakes but I'm trying to see that throat
35-0-0 my coat, we chokin' on that dope
Turn around girl let a nigga know, Double M Olu ghost

I'm like the man of the hour, tear down the house,
Throwing money like it's 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 but watch you moving with your bad ass,
Let me see just you're doing with your bad ass,
I can't help but watch you with your bad ass.

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

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, 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 doing with bad ass,
I can't help but 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 the bass slap the bass slap like the Mac S
No we turnt up, workin' on my fourth cup
Then throwin' all this like the ass is for purchase
Very persons, don't take it too personal
Got bottles than homies, it's a movie, ready for the show

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