Luyện nghe bài hát Rapper Gone Bad

[ 1 ]
I'm a gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candy yams
And I make you put your fist up to your and say, "Goddamn!"
Boy, I got heat, flame-o, a mic, liquid draino
Verbal volcano, they love me, they know
I'm cut from the cloth real men are made of
get sprayed up with clips of this Bay love
Attackin you with vernacular, dialect and
The Rapper Bad, boy, peep the first single
Bounce and shake what mama gave you
It's the drapers, can you it? Nothin can save you
>From the dapper rapper who stay fitted a mannequin
Hoes see me in the traffic and say, "Girl, go that man again"
I'm fabulicious, nutricious
bitches like dishes and drink like them fishes
Boy, put some of yukon jack in the bag
And come fuck with yo partner, the rapper bad

(Rapper bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)

[ 2 ]
I'm a old schooler like Grandmaster and the 5 was Furious
Bitches delirious even though it ain't that serious
You're curious? Well, listen to these
suckers tryin to knock this, it's gonna take a miracle
I'm with the game that o.g.'s told me
Got laced Luke did by Obi Won Kenobi
Or Yoda, hold a, mic in my right
And when I'm sleep you know I keep a fat strap in my
I men, my height, man, is l-o-double d
I see us after the at the hotel Double Tree
Cool, calm and collected, but I get mean
Cause suckers sick of the like they Jack and I'm the Green
Giant, defiant, bitches get dealt quick
Can't be on this ball team you wanna help get grits
get rich, is what I tell em, sell em dreams like horoscopes
They try to fight the feeling, but it's hard to ignore folks
Mac D with the r to the e (me)
Might be at the bar drinkin
In between the I'm a freak and a cold piece of work
My over her body like Johnny, Keith and Levert

(Rapper bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)

[ 3 ]
A like 2pac, wanna mack like Too $hort
Smoke punks like Newports, get off 2 quarts
Bendin corners in ninety-new
Lookin real ragoon on my way to see
Boy, I'm on the air heavy rotation
But I'm still a with a Chevy on Daytons
I'm hi-po, and the really can't stand me
Got posse, and Shift, King and Tranny
Chirpin time I shift gears
In '95 Impala with them gold-dipped gears
Put some of 1-5-1 in the bag
Come with yo partner, the rapper gone bad

(Rapper bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)