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

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

I know I'm fuck 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 funk in your face and it ya

How does it feel the face full of funk?
With the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the
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, why? 'Cause I'm bad 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, 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
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 this on the real and yo, check this out

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

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

Yo kid
(Aight, aight, it out)

Flexy, I'm sexy I'm standin' in my drawers
If you can't check me when I'm rappin', put the on pause
And listen to the shit that I kick, my man
Give me five on the then stick
finger in a hole and chop the stick quick
'Cause my lip get to the point to still the fly shit

Since you're holding breath, I hold my jewels
I swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin' my
The original P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or G
I this way every since nine months

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 they got

Much ass I kick, to the master mix
My song still pumps when not even mastered, bitch
My shit's chronic, so rewind it
'Cause like eh-eh-eh-eh, beyond, bionic
'Cause I'm a and crazy guy, no lie
brother to battle 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 stand where I'm comin' from
Listen to my nine, understand where hummin' from

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, 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)