Luyện nghe bài hát My Chick Bad

My bad
My hood
My do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
My bad
My hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick she could

(D.T.P.)
My bad, badder than yours
My my chick bad, than yours
My my my chick bad, badder yours

I'm my chick bad
My hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she
My chick bad, badder than
My chick do stuff that I can't even put in
Her swagger don't
Her body won't
So pipe down you ain't talkin' bout shit
My chick bad, tell me if you her
She always bring the racket Venus and Serena
All white top, all belt
And all white jeans, body looking milk
No time for games, full grown
My bad, tell your chick to go home

My bad (bad)
My chick (hood)
My chick do dat ya chick wish she could
My bad (bad)
My chick (hood)
My chick do stuff dat ya chick she could

My bad, badder than yours
My my chick bad, badder than
My my my chick bad, badder than

Now your girl be sick but my girl sicker
She rides that dick and she her liquor
Will knock a out and fight!
Coming out swinging like Tiger wife
Yeah she could get a little
better cover up there chests like pasty's
Couple girl friends and they all a crazy
Coming down the street a parade Macy's
I fill her up
Test her and guns get drawn like
Doh, but I talkin' bout homer
so bad the whole crew wanna bone her

My bad (yeah)
My chick (hood)
My chick do stuff dat ya wish she could
My bad (oh)
My hood (and I'm loving it)
My chick do stuff dat ya wish she could

My bad, badder than yours
My my chick bad, than yours
My my my chick bad, badder yours

Yo, now all these wanna try and be my bestie
But I a left and leave them hanging like a testi
Trash talk to 'em then I put 'em in a
Running down the court I'm on em Lisa Leslie.
It's going down, basement, the 13th guess who's playing Jason
Tuck yourself in you better hold on to teddy
It's nightmare on Elm street and guess who's Freddy
(My bad)
Chef cooking for me, they say my shoe crazy
The mental Asylum for me
You a to me
I'm in dat wam bam purple Lam' bitch you been a fan.

My bad (don't get scared now)
My hood
My chick do stuff dat ya wish she could
(Disturbing the peace)
My bad
My chick
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she

My chick bad, badder yours
My my chick bad, badder yours
My my my bad, badder than yours

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