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

Negro, funkin' it with the in your ear, bro
To you 'Fear Me Like Cape' without Robert DeNiro
You big pussy, so funky you have to douche me
You can't me, then my record label didn't 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 seems to matter 'cause my shit get fatter and
I'll do the in your face and it slaps ya

How does it feel with the face full of
With the bass in your trunk, weed with the blunt?
I puff, I never got snuffed, while I dust
Your monkey ass off, then I crush on the hush, hush
So, if you want a taste of the funk from the
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, word to the
I'm a bad
(Bad, bad and a in bed)

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

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

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

Yo kid
(Aight, aight, it out)

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

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

So, get down while I rip the raps my lips 'cause
My shit's more deep, than any from Enigma
The gettin' nice, killer brother who pop trash
Basic instinct, I'm a shoot us and 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 like eh-eh-eh-eh, beyond, bionic
I'm a wild and crazy guy, no lie
Last to battle me I started 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 hummin' from

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)

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)