Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Bad

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

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

I know I'm sayin' too many times 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 in your face and it slaps ya

How does it feel with the face of funk?
the bass in your trunk, weed laced with 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 from the gutter
Ask the brothers, why? 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, 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, check out
This is for y'all punk pussy motherfuckers
Just to show y'all I do what the fuck I do
I y'all to check this on the real and yo, check this out

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

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

Yo kid
(Aight, aight, it out)

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

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

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

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

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

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, 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)