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, some say bastard of a swift bitch

Negro, funkin' it with the style in ear, bro
To make you 'Fear Me Like Cape' Robert DeNiro
You big pussy, so funky that you to douche me
You can't hear me, then my record label 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 seems to matter 'cause my get fatter and fatter
I'll do the in your face and it slaps ya

How does it feel with the full of funk?
With the in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt?
I puff, I never got snuffed, while I dust
Your monkey ass off, then I just crush on the 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, 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, 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 hokey-pokey punk pussy motherfuckers
to show y'all I do what the fuck I wanna do
I want y'all to check on the real and yo, check this out

Shake it, c'mon shake it, c'mon it, c'mon shake it
now? Whassup now?
Whassup now? Whassup
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 in my drawers
If you can't me when I'm rappin', put the tape on pause
And to the incredible shit that 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 to still rock the fly shit

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 nine

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

ass I kick, groove to the master mix
My song still pumps it's 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 pissin' in his eye

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

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)

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)