Luyện nghe bài hát Good Girl Goes Bad

BLAOW!
I'm all you hustlers out there know
rose got its thorns

You know I gotta lil' some
y'all probably dobe been before
If you're a real hustler, then you know about dis
game!
What you know about a, good gone bad, aha
I'ma lace you up wit

I a nigga 8 G's to flip a half of thangs
Slang him for 13 in St.Louis, we about the
the 13 back and add 500 to the pot
Get a ho the Mexican homey, set up shop
Fly the friendly skies, 30 G's her thighs
We can doublelise, be leavin me
I was puffin on a cigar, model style
and down during the draught season, ghetto smilin
In the back of my brain, my is goin insane
Sayin "Chico, why you the bitch in the game?"
but she new to this, she done her times befo'
Kick back and my eyes, thought about her no mo'
I'm on a flight to Chicago, witta ho
to kick start my cargo and die
If the girl goes bad, I'd hate to do it
but she's in the bodybag, toe tagged
The sleep on the plane, lookin at her breasts
of sex and in a Lex, bodies soakin wet
lickin the sweat from off the chest, next?
niggas run up with fully Teks, and tried to get me wet
Shit blacked out and I woke up, sent her to Midway
we was sposed to slang the YAY!
As she got off the plane at her ass kinda sad
Hope the don't go bad

If the good goes bad
If the girl goes bad
If the good goes bad
Cos bitches even gaffle boss for cash
If the good girl bad
If the girl goes bad
If the good goes bad
I'm tryin ta get things I had

We arrived at the Court about a
She said she wanna go and eat some lobster and
I "Hold on baby, before we continue
you know the little fuckin side of the menu"
She said "I got my own money, I'm just playin, up
I came to handle business, I don't here to fuck"
Anyway, where fuck's at? When they comin?
In a 5, pulled up a tan woman
wit some niggas in the back of the car, another
Pulled out the Hennessey bottle and took a
"Wait a minute bitch, I ain't in there"
She "I know, they came to make sure we're here"
We to find a telly, put some food up in our belly
Take a shower and shit, call them fools we're ready
In the low-key, we're in the switchin fo' lanes
Wit the windows tinted bout to go and slang me a
She was lookin at in the mirror wit lipstick
I'm to myself "30 G's wit one kick"
Got my on my money, all about the cash
Hope the girl go bad

They hit the hotel about 10:26 (26)
I told baby to go and give em the kicks (Give em the kicks)
I shoulda went wit her, I knew somethin was
Gave niggas straight flour and came back to kill me
Damn bitch, you did She smirked and laughed
and said "Nigga, I'm the Fed", bitch pulled out a
Said "Come and go with me", ho you must be
Baby talkin let's go to Acapulco
I was for this shit she hit me with
Knowin she the Feds and all, wit her on my balls
Started huggin and kissin, even she the Feds
Put my hand on her ass, she a slug in her ear
WHAT THE FUCK? They shot the bitch in the
I fell to the floor, pulled out the shotty
Bustin at niggas, makin I get home (BLAOW!)
Caught up in mo' gangsta and I'm all alone
Tryin to smob out, wit the yay and the
screamin out "Nigga, we gon' kill your ass"
Pulled the strap on the chauffer, a limousine
Do what I gotta do to flee the scene

The good girl bad
The good went bad
The good went bad
Cos even gaffle boss ballers for cash
The good girl bad
My girl went bad
The good girl bad
I'm tryin ta get things I had

She bad
I thought it was all good
switch up on you quick, baby........
But I'm sure all you real hustlers out there what I'm talkin
BOUT......
Y'know, 8's in the house, Bossalini forever
Immortalised, BLAOW!