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 blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is twisted, so, I cock the
'Cause thick, some say I'ma bastard of a swift bitch

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

I know I'm sayin' 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 'cause my get fatter and fatter
I'll do the funk in face and it slaps ya

How does it feel with the full of funk?
With the bass in trunk, weed laced with the blunt?
I puff, I got snuffed, bust while I dust
Your ass off, then I just crush on the hush, hush
So, if you want a taste of the from the gutter
Ask the brothers, why? 'Cause I'm bad word to

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

Yo yo, this out
This is for y'all hokey-pokey punk pussy
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

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 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 listen to the incredible shit I kick, my man
Give me on the backhand then stick
finger in a hole and chop the stick quick
'Cause my lip get to the point to still 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, from a chump, or G
I been this way every since nine

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

Much ass I kick, groove to the mix
My song still pumps when not even mastered, bitch
My very 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, puffin 'cause she doesn't
And if you still don't under fuckin' stand I'm comin' from
Listen to my nine, where it's hummin' from

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, 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)