Luyện nghe bài hát Real Bad Boyz (westside)

[Dee tha Mad

What goes on in the of a bad boy? Nothin' but payback
Who's next, the clip, murder could nothin' the contract
Better your back
Since he's makin' that
The will stop 'em
The point, will drop ya
Go on, here's a scene for soul
So take when you meet face-to-face, here comes the grim reaper
You better from the depths of hell
He's a McCoy
But ain't no this girl is bad boy
He ain't no
Muthafucka grab throat
Before you find yourself cut a blade
As your bloody lays on top of cement
In front of president
It was a for hire
Hit an innocent child in the
Now he's to a jail
Got six times, in his spine
But his is still down at the grind
He's willin' to
what he lives for, to be a bad boy

Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha do?
gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you.
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, we're comin' you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, gonna do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we at you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha do?
gonna do, watch out, we comin' at you

I got these bustas on my and they after me
Runnin' 'round tellin' niggas, how they gonna capture me
It's gettin' crazy, it's hard to make my up
Now should I, 'em down, or put my nine up?
You see, I a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad
I from 22's to 3-57 mags
Runnin' on marks 'fore they stashin'
I ain't askin', give it up, or get to
The penintnetiary don't me
A straight thug nigga, the set'll take care of me
And tell me, who the you gonna find
Rough enough to tear these bitch-niggas, is mine
Now busta, meet my nine, 24 on the
I'm sick about mine, and uh, ain't nothin' wrong with high
A hustlin'-ass nigga from the projects, I'm loot
And screamin' Life, nigga, when they shoot
made me a.....

[Dee tha Mad

Now how bad boys in the house
So hurry boys got the nuts
the fuck, I gave 'em the blunts
Havin' a grudge against the whole world
A 16 shot-block-glock, stop 'em
They're sure to hit the
Nothin', bustin' a cap on no more round
A bad boy is the big, shot on the
He got knots, rocks for the cops
Before he gets
So you petty boys, you fuck with em'
You can eat the biggies' friend
Or become a victim of a man
It's sad to see, you end up six-feet deep
So in peace, muthafucka, join the pow
he got but the realest style
Flavors on the mic
and packin' the meal like
Savers, up on you at night
His grip on tight, and you take a bite
That's all she wrote, barrel down your throat
off these niggas for fun
Murder one, and throw away gun
He's his life like a soldier
That's what he for, to be a Bad Boy