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

Negro, funkin' it the style in your 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 label didn't push me

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

How does it with the face full of funk?
With the bass in your trunk, weed laced the blunt?
I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I
Your ass off, then I just crush 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, word to the
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, 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
Just to show y'all I do what the I wanna do
I want to check this on the real and yo, check this out

it, c'mon shake it, c'mon shake it, c'mon shake it
Whassup now? Whassup
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 sexy when I'm in my drawers
If you can't check me when I'm rappin', put the on pause
And listen to the incredible shit I kick, my man
Give me five on the 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 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 from my lips 'cause
My shit's deep, than any tape from Enigma
The gettin' nice, thinkin' brother who pop trash
Basic instinct, I'm a us and they got blasted

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

I'm bad, word to mother, to the motherfuckin'
Eatin' her curds and whey, puffin spliffs she doesn't
And if you still don't under fuckin' where 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, 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)