Luyện nghe bài hát Good Girl Goes Bad

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

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

I gave a nigga 8 G's to a half of thangs
Slang him for 13 in St.Louis, we the lucci
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 Cuban cigar, model
and iced down the draught season, ghetto smilin
In the of my brain, my cock is goin insane
"Chico, why you chucked the bitch in the game?"
but she ain't new to this, she her times befo'
back and close my eyes, thought about her no mo'
I'm on a flight to Chicago, witta ho
to kick my cargo and die slow
If the good girl bad, I'd hate to do it
but she's in the bodybag, toe tagged
The fellas sleep on the plane, lookin at her
dreamin of sex and in a Lex, soakin wet
lickin the sweat from off the chest, what's
Four niggas run up with fully Teks, and to get me wet
Shit blacked out and I woke up, they sent her to
Where we was sposed to the YAY!
As she got off the looked at her ass kinda sad
Hope the don't go bad

If the good girl bad
If the good girl bad
If the girl goes bad
Cos bitches even boss ballers for cash
If the good goes bad
If the good girl bad
If the good girl bad
I'm tryin ta get I never had

We at the Court about a quarter-to-8
She said she wanna go and eat lobster and steak
I said "Hold on baby, before we
you know that's the little side of the menu"
She said "I got my own money, I'm just playin, up
I came to handle business, I come here to fuck"
Anyway, where your fuck's at? When comin?
In a cue-ball 5, pulled up a tan
wit some in the back of the car, another followed
Pulled out the Hennessey bottle and a swallow
"Wait a minute bitch, I gettin in there"
She said "I know, they came to make sure here"
We need to find a telly, put food up in our belly
Take a shower and shit, call them fools when we're
In the low-key, we're in the switchin fo' lanes
Wit the windows bout to go and slang me a thang
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
the girl don't go bad

They hit the lobby about 10:26 (26)
I told doll to go and give em the kicks (Give em the kicks)
I shoulda went wit her, I somethin was fishy
Gave them niggas straight flour and back to kill me
Damn bitch, you did WHAT? She and laughed
and "Nigga, I'm the Fed", bitch pulled out a badge
Said "Come and go me", ho you must be loco
talkin bout let's go to Acapulco
I was down for this she hit me with
Knowin she the and all, wit her hands on my balls
Started and kissin, even though she the Feds
Put my on her ass, she caught a slug in her ear
WHAT THE FUCK? They the bitch in the dome
I fell to the floor, out the shotty chrome
Bustin at niggas, makin sure I get (BLAOW!)
Caught up in mo' shit and I'm all alone
to smob out, wit the yay and the cash
Fools screamin out "Nigga, we gon' kill ass"
Pulled the on the chauffer, jacked a limousine
Do what I gotta do to flee from the

The good went bad
The girl went bad
The good went bad
Cos bitches even boss ballers for cash
The girl went bad
My good girl bad
The good went bad
I'm tryin ta get I never had

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