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

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

I I'm sayin' fuck too many times in my rhymes
But if I bad, I wouldn't freak it in the line
But it seems to matter 'cause my shit get fatter and fatter
I'll do the funk in your and it slaps ya

How does it with the face full of funk?
the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt?
I puff, I never got snuffed, while I dust
Your monkey ass off, I just crush on the hush, hush
So, if you a taste of the funk from the gutter
Ask the brothers, why? 'Cause I'm bad word to

I'm a bad, yo, to the mother
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, 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 pussy motherfuckers
Just to show y'all I do what the fuck I do
I want y'all to check this on the and yo, check this out

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

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 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 backhand then
Your finger in a hole and chop the quick
my lip get to the point to still rock the fly shit

Since holding your breath, I hold my jewels
I swing hardcore, so I walk, my tools
The P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk G
I been this way since nine months

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

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

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

I'm a bad, yo, to the mother
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, word to the
I'm a bad, yo, to the mother
I'm a bad
(Bad, bad and a in bed)