Luyện nghe bài hát Real Bad Boyz (westside)

[Dee tha Mad

What goes on in the mind of a bad boy? but payback
Who's next, the clip, callin' murder could the contract
Better your back
Since he's makin' that
The 1-87 stop 'em
The hollow point, will ya
Go on, here's a scene for your
So take heed when you meet face-to-face, here comes the grim
You better ???? the depths of hell
He's a real
But ain't no this girl is bad boy
He ain't no
grab your throat
Before you find cut with a blade
As your body lays on top of cement
In front of your
It was a for hire
Hit an child in the crossfire
Now he's confined to a
Got six times, in his spine
But his mind is still down at the
willin' to destroy
That's 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, watcha do?
Watcha gonna do, watch out, we at you
Bad Boy, Bad Boy, gonna do?
gonna do, watch out, we comin' at you

I got these bustas on my and they after me
Runnin' 'round tellin' these niggas, how they gonna me
It's crazy, it's hard to make my mind up
Now I, buck 'em down, or put my nine up?
You see, I ain't a bad boy, a boy who had it bad
I graduated from 22's to mags
on these marks 'fore they stashin'
I askin', give it up, or get to blastin'
The don't scare me
A straight thug nigga, the whole set'll care of me
And me, who the fuck you gonna find
Rough enough to these bitch-niggas, this is mine
Now busta, my nine, 24 on the grind
I'm about mine, and uh, ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' high
A hustlin'-ass nigga from the projects, I'm loot
And screamin' Thug Life, nigga, when shoot
They me a.....

[Dee tha Mad

Now how many bad boys in the
So hurry boys got the nuts
What the fuck, I 'em the blunts
Havin' a grudge against the whole fuckin'
A 16 shot-block-glock, that'll 'em
They're to hit the ground
Nothin', bustin' a cap on no every round
A bad boy is the big, on the block
He got knots, rocks for the cops
Before he gets
So you petty boys, you can't fuck em'
You can eat the biggies' good
Or become a victim of a man
It's sad to see, when you end up deep
So in peace, muthafucka, join the pow
he got nothin but the realest
when on the mic
and packin' the like life
Savers, sweep up on you at
His on tight, and make 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 livin' his like a soldier
what he lives for, to be a Bad Boy