Luyện nghe bài hát Rapper Gone Bad

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

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

[ 2 ]
I'm a old schooler like Grandmaster and the 5 that was
Bitches goin delirious even though it that serious
You're curious? Well, to these lyricals
Them tryin to knock this, it's gonna take a miracle
I'm seasoned the game that o.g.'s told me
Got laced Luke did by Obi Won Kenobi
Or Yoda, hold a, mic in my hand
And when I'm sleep you know I keep a fat in my nightstand
I strike men, my height, man, is d
I see us after the show at the Double Tree
Cool, calm and collected, but sometimes I get
Cause suckers of the scene like they Jack and I'm the Green
Giant, defiant, bitches get dealt with
Can't be on this team unless you wanna help get grits
Let's get rich, is what I em, sell em dreams like horoscopes
They try to fight the feeling, but it's hard to ignore your
Mac D the r connected to the e (me)
Might be at the bar Hennessy
In between the I'm a freak and a cold piece of work
My body 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 Newports, get drunk off 2 quarts
Bendin corners in ninety-new
Lookin real on my way to see Chuey
Boy, I'm on the air heavy rotation
But I'm still a with a Chevy on Daytons
I'm hi-po, and the five-o really can't me
Got posse, Flowmasters and Shift, and Tranny
every time I shift gears
In that '95 Impala them gold-dipped gears
Put some of that in the bag
Come with yo partner, the rapper gone bad

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