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 and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
my brain is twisted, so, I cock the biscuit
'Cause shit's thick, some say I'ma bastard of a swift

Negro, funkin' it with the style in ear, bro
To make you 'Fear Me Like Cape' Robert DeNiro
You big pussy, so funky you have to douche me
You can't hear me, then my record label push me

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

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

I'm a bad, yo, word to the
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, word to the
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, this out
This is for hokey-pokey punk pussy motherfuckers
Just to show y'all I do what the I wanna do
I want y'all to check on the real and yo, check this out

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

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

Yo kid
(Aight, aight, it out)

Flexy, I'm sexy I'm standin' in my drawers
If you check me when I'm rappin', put the tape on pause
And to the incredible shit that I kick, my man
Give me on the backhand then stick
Your in a hole and chop the stick quick
'Cause my lip get to the point to still the fly shit

you're holding your breath, I hold my jewels
I swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin' my
The original P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or G
I been this way every since months

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

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

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