Luyện nghe bài hát My Chick Bad

My chick bad, my chick
My chick do stuff that yo' chick she could
My, my bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff yo' chick wish she could

My, my chick bad, better, better yours
My, my chick bad, better, better than
My, my, my bad, better, better than yours
My, my chick bad, better, than yours

Listen, I'm my chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do that yo' chick wish she could
My bad, better than yours
My do stuff that I can't even put in words

Her swagger don't stop, her body won't
So, fool, pipe down, you ain't 'bout shit
My chick bad, tell me if you've her
She always bring the like Venus and Serena

All top, all white belt
And all jeans, body looking like milk
No time for games, full grown
My bad, tell your chick to go home

My chick bad, my chick
My chick do stuff that yo' chick she could
My, my bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that yo' wish she could

My, my chick bad, better, better than
My, my chick bad, better, better than
My, my, my chick bad, better, better yours
My, my bad, better, better than yours

Now your girl might be but my girl sicker
She rides that and she handles her liquor
I knock a out and fight
Comin' out swingin' Tiger Woods's wife

Yeah, she can get a lil'
Chicks better cover up their like pasty's
Couple girlfriends and they all a crazy
Comin' down the like a parade, Macy's

I fill her up,
Test her and guns get like cartoons
Doh, but I talk about Homer
Chick so bad, the whole wanna bone her

My chick bad, my hood
My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she
My, my bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she

My, my chick bad, better, better yours
My, my chick bad, better, better yours
My, my, my bad, better, better than yours
My, my chick bad, better, than yours

Now will bitches wanna try and be my bestie?
But I take a left and leave 'em hangin' a testie
talk to 'em, then I put 'em in a hefty
Running down the court, I'm on 'em, Lisa Leslie

It's down, basement
Friday, the 13th, guess playing Jason?
Tuck yourself in, you hold on to your teddy
It's nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playing

Chef cooking for me, they say my came crazy
The asylum looking for me
You a to me, I'm in that wham-bam-purple-lam
Damn, bitch, you a fan

My bad, my chick hood
My do stuff that yo' chick wish she could
My, my chick bad, my hood
My chick do that yo' chick wish she could

My, my chick bad, better, better yours
My, my bad, better, better than yours
My, my, my chick bad, better, than yours
My, my bad

And when we all alone, I just tip her
She slides the pole like a certified stripper
When we all alone, I tip her
She down the pole like a certified stripper

we all alone, I might just tip her
She slides down the like a certified stripper
When we all alone, I tip her
She slides down the pole like a certified