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 cock the
'Cause shit's thick, some say I'ma bastard of a swift

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

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

How does it feel with the face full of
With the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the
I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I
Your monkey ass off, then I just on the hush, hush
So, if you a taste of the funk from the gutter
Ask the brothers, why? I'm bad word to mothers

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

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

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

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

Yo kid
(Aight, aight, it out)

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

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

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

Much ass I kick, groove to the mix
My still pumps when it's not even mastered, bitch
My shit's chronic, so rewind it
'Cause it's like eh-eh-eh-eh, beyond,
'Cause I'm a and crazy guy, no lie
Last brother to battle me I pissin' in his eye

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

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)

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)