Luyện nghe bài hát Rapper Gone Bad

[ 1 ]
I'm a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet candy yams
And I make you put your up to your mouth and say, "Goddamn!"
Boy, I got heat, flame-o, a mic, liquid draino
Verbal volcano, they love me, cause they
I'm cut from the that 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
It's the drapers, can you it? Nothin can save you
>From the rapper who stay fitted like a mannequin
Hoes see me in the and say, "Girl, there go that man again"
I'm fabulicious, game
Break bitches like dishes and drink like them
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 Grandmaster and the 5 that was Furious
Bitches goin delirious even though it ain't that
curious? Well, listen to these lyricals
Them suckers tryin to knock this, gonna take a miracle
I'm seasoned with the game 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 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 sick of the scene like they 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 horoscopes
They try to fight the feeling, but it's hard to ignore folks
Mac D the r connected 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 thug like 2pac, mack like Too $hort
punks like 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 still a with a Chevy on Daytons
I'm hi-po, and the five-o really can't me
Got posse, Flowmasters and Shift, King and
Chirpin every I shift gears
In that '95 Impala them gold-dipped gears
Put some of 1-5-1 in the bag
Come fuck yo partner, the rapper gone bad

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