Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Bad

I get mad wicked, and catch a bad one by the
(Fuck around)
I puff the mad spliffs and roll with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is twisted, so, I the biscuit
'Cause thick, some say I'ma bastard of a swift bitch

Negro, it with the style in your ear, bro
To make you 'Fear Me Like Cape' without Robert
You big pussy, so funky that you have to me
You can't hear me, my record label didn't push me

I know I'm sayin' fuck too times in my rhymes
But if I wasn't bad, I freak it in the line
But it don't seems to matter 'cause my get fatter and fatter
I'll do the funk in your face and it ya

How does it with the face full of funk?
With the bass in your trunk, weed laced the blunt?
I puff, I got snuffed, bust while I dust
Your monkey ass off, then I crush on the hush, hush
So, if you want a taste of the funk the gutter
Ask the brothers, why? 'Cause I'm bad to mothers

I'm a bad, yo, to the mother
I'm a bad, yo, to the mother
I'm a bad, yo, to the mother
I'm a bad
(Bad, bad and a in bed)

I'm a bad, yo, to the mother
I'm a bad, yo, to the mother
I'm a bad, yo, to the mother
I'm a bad
(Bad, bad and a in bed)

Yo yo, this out
This is for y'all hokey-pokey punk pussy
Just to show y'all I do what the fuck I do
I want y'all to check this on the real and yo, this out

it, c'mon shake it, c'mon shake it, c'mon shake it
Whassup now? now?
Whassup now? Whassup
now?

Yo Red, c'mon, get to the track man
I get out of here

Yo kid
(Aight, aight, it out)

Flexy, I'm sexy when I'm standin' in my
If you can't check me when I'm rappin', put the tape on
And listen to the incredible shit I kick, my man
Give me five on the backhand then
Your in a hole and chop the stick quick
'Cause my lip get to the to still rock the fly shit

Since you're your breath, I hold my jewels
I swing hardcore, so I walk, my tools
The original P-Funk, takes no junk, a chump, or punk G
I been way every since nine months

So, get down while I rip the raps my lips 'cause
My shit's more deep, than any from Enigma
The gettin' nice, thinkin' brother who pop trash
instinct, I'm a shoot us and they got blasted

Much ass I kick, to the master mix
My song still when it's not even mastered, bitch
My very chronic, so rewind it
'Cause like eh-eh-eh-eh, beyond, bionic
'Cause I'm a wild and guy, no lie
brother to battle me I started pissin' in his eye

I'm bad, to mother, to the motherfuckin' Hubbard
Eatin' her curds and whey, puffin spliffs she doesn't
And if you still don't under fuckin' stand where I'm comin'
Listen to my nine, understand where it's from

I'm a bad, yo, to the mother
I'm a bad, yo, to the mother
I'm a bad, yo, word to the
I'm a bad
(Bad, bad and a in bed)

I'm a bad, yo, word to the
I'm a bad, yo, to the mother
I'm a bad, yo, word to the
I'm a bad
(Bad, bad and a in bed)