Luyện nghe bài hát Good Girl Goes Bad

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

You I gotta lil' some 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
lace you up wit somethin

I gave a 8 G's to flip a half of thangs
him for 13 in St.Louis, we about the lucci
Bring the 13 and add 500 to the pot
Get a ho the Mexican homey, set up shop
Fly the skies, 30 G's between her thighs
We can doublelise, be leavin me
I was puffin on a Cuban cigar, style
and iced during the draught season, ghetto smilin
In the back of my brain, my is goin insane
"Chico, why you chucked the bitch in the game?"
but she ain't new to this, she her times befo'
Kick back and close my eyes, about her no mo'
I'm on a to Chicago, witta fine ho
to start my cargo and die slow
If the good girl goes bad, I'd to do it
but she's sleepin in the bodybag, toe
The fellas sleep on the plane, lookin at her
of sex and in a Lex, bodies soakin wet
lickin the sweat off the chest, what's next?
niggas run up with fully Teks, and tried to get me wet
Shit blacked out and I woke up, they her to Midway
Where we was sposed to the YAY!
As she got off the plane looked at her ass sad
the girl don't go bad

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

We arrived at the Court about a
She said she wanna go and eat lobster and steak
I "Hold on baby, before we continue
you know that's the little fuckin of the menu"
She said "I got my own money, I'm just playin, up
I came to business, I don't come here to fuck"
Anyway, where your fuck's at? When they
In a cue-ball 5, up a tan woman
wit some in the back of the car, another followed
Pulled out the Hennessey bottle and a swallow
"Wait a minute bitch, I ain't in there"
She "I know, they came to make sure we're here"
We need to a telly, put some food up in our belly
Take a shower and shit, call them fools when we're
In the low-key, we're in the cars fo' lanes
Wit the windows tinted bout to go and me a thang
She was lookin at herself in the mirror wit
I'm thinkin to "30 G's wit one kick"
Got my mind on my money, all about the
Hope the girl go bad

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

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

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