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

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

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

How does it feel the face full of funk?
the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt?
I puff, I never got snuffed, bust I dust
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, 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, to the mother
I'm a bad
(Bad, bad and a in bed)

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

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

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

Yo kid
(Aight, aight, it out)

Flexy, I'm sexy when I'm standin' in my
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 five on the backhand then
finger in a hole and chop the stick quick
'Cause my lip get to the point to still rock the fly

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

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

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

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

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, 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)