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, pull a mic, draino
Verbal volcano, they love me, cause 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 your gave you
the drapers, can you feel it? Nothin can save you
>From the dapper rapper who stay fitted a mannequin
Hoes see me in the and say, "Girl, there go that man again"
I'm fabulicious, game
Break bitches 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 delirious even though it ain't that serious
You're curious? Well, listen to lyricals
Them suckers tryin to knock this, gonna take a miracle
I'm with the game that o.g.'s told me
Got laced like did by Obi Won Kenobi
Or Yoda, a, mic in my right hand
And when I'm sleep you I keep a fat strap in my nightstand
I men, my height, man, is l-o-double d
I see us after the show at the hotel Double
Cool, and collected, but sometimes I get mean
Cause suckers sick of the scene they Jack and I'm the Green
Giant, defiant, bitches get with quick
Can't be on this ball team unless you wanna get grits
Let's get rich, is what I tell em, sell em dreams like
They try to fight the feeling, but it's to ignore your folks
Mac D the r connected to the e (me)
be at the bar drinkin Hennessy
In between the sheets I'm a freak and a cold piece of
My body over her body like Johnny, and Levert

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

[ 3 ]
A thug like 2pac, wanna mack like Too
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 gettin heavy
But I'm a player with a Chevy on Daytons
I'm hi-po, and the really can't stand me
Got posse, Flowmasters and Shift, and Tranny
Chirpin every time I shift
In that '95 Impala with them gears
Put of that 1-5-1 in the bag
Come with yo partner, the rapper gone bad

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