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

Negro, funkin' it the style in your ear, bro
To make you 'Fear Me Like Cape' Robert DeNiro
You big pussy, so that you have 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 bad, I wouldn't 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
Your ass off, then I just crush on the hush, hush
So, if you want a taste of the funk from the
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, 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 show y'all I do what the I wanna do
I want y'all to check on the real and yo, check this out

Shake it, shake it, c'mon shake it, c'mon shake it
Whassup now? Whassup
Whassup Whassup 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 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 that I kick, my man
Give me five on the then stick
Your finger in a hole and chop the stick
my lip get to the point to still rock the fly shit

Since you're holding your breath, I hold my
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 my lips 'cause
My shit's more deep, any tape from Enigma
The gettin' nice, thinkin' brother who pop trash
Basic instinct, I'm a shoot us and got blasted

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

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

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, 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)