Luyện nghe bài hát Real Bad Boyz (westside)

[Dee tha Mad

What on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothin' but payback
Who's next, the clip, murder could nothin' the contract
Better watch your
Since he's that comeback
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
a real McCoy
But ain't no stoppin' girl is bad boy
He no joke
Muthafucka your throat
you find yourself cut with a blade
As your bloody body on top of cement
In front of president
It was a murder for
Hit an innocent child in the
Now confined to a jail
Got six times, in his spine
But his mind is still at the grind
willin' to destroy
That's what he for, to be a bad boy

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

I got these on my block and they after me
Runnin' tellin' these niggas, how they gonna capture me
It's gettin' crazy, it's to make my mind 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 graduated from 22's to mags
Runnin' on these marks they stashin'
I ain't askin', it up, or get to blastin'
The penintnetiary scare me
A thug nigga, the whole set'll take care of me
And tell me, who the fuck you gonna
Rough enough to tear these bitch-niggas, this is
Now busta, my nine, 24 on the grind
I'm sick about mine, and uh, ain't wrong with gettin' high
A hustlin'-ass nigga from the projects, I'm makin'
And screamin' Thug Life, nigga, they shoot
They me a.....

[Dee tha Mad

Now how bad boys in the house
So hurry got the biggest nuts
What the fuck, I 'em the blunts
Havin' a grudge against the whole world
A 16 shot-block-glock, that'll 'em
They're to hit the ground
Nothin', bustin' a cap on no more round
A bad boy is the big, on the block
He got knots, bigger for the cops
Before he props
So you petty boys, you fuck with em'
You can eat the good friend
Or a victim of a dead man
It's sad to see, when you end up deep
So rest in peace, muthafucka, the pow
he got but the realest style
when on the mic
and packin' the meal life
Savers, up on you at night
His grip on tight, and make you a bite
That's all she wrote, barrel went down your
Killin' off niggas for fun
Murder one, and throw away gun
He's livin' his life like a
That's what he for, to be a Bad Boy