Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Guy

You're all a bunch of fucking
You why?
'Cause you don't got the to be where you wanna be
Fabolous, he doesn't have problem
He tells the truth
That's it's all about?
That's what we work so hard for
So they can point fuckin' fingers
And call me the fuckin' bad

I I'm the bad guy
The fingers is
Nigga, I go in no clubs without bringin' my joint in
They be fellas why
It's cause the is watchin'
With an ear, jealous eye
You know how H Bonnie's rockin'
I keep the home selling two way contact like Johnny
Be the same dudes, testing patience
In them hospitals, resting patients, confessing to agents

You smell me, you gotta the Wesson like fragrance
And you pay your way out arrests and
These playas been playin'
And I done learned my with flagrants
Nigga, this how I live it ain't entertainment
I'm what they been to do, not do
I'm the kid, they lyin' to you
You need like me
I'm so F A B O L O U S
Yeah, the bad guy

You need people me
So you can your fuckin' fingers
And say "That's the bad guy"
So, what make you?

Bitches think all gotta do is say the child is yours
Quit they job and live off the support
How could you stand there, smile in
I'ma just settle, fly back to Cayman Isle resorts
You better a pre-nup
You catch me instead of 'it me'
I'm say "Where you get a key from?"
I love the way butt switches
But none of these bitches

Is worth me my doctor why my nuts itches
If they see how the Rolls Royce
All day I be emptyin' my Inbox and my whole
I'll be ready to the weed and pull it
Now every chick wanna make me come faster than a speeding
But I ain't coachin' birds like Tony La Russa
I done had the chickens to the boniest roosters
Who have trouble gettin' the kid me to spend
Ma never see a bad guy like me again, for real

So say to the bad guy, come on
It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy flow this guy now
You better make way, it's a bad guy coming

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What type of bad guy give fellas death, females
I makin' my business, my won't have to retail drugs
I get threats over the two way from thugs
I with ratchets, clips under the C.L rugs
Think I'm liking Wrong
even if I get locked
My won't let me stay unrighteous for wrong
Case dismissed, the D.A even the song
Right back to the P's, latest of Michael's shoes on

When you holla in the club it's
But don't the subject fool
And start askin' if I remember you public school
You know I heard dozens, of these birds buzzin'
Talking 'bout I used to with they third cousin
FYI, stay the fuck 'round me
You good who wanna hear
Somebody stuck or me
I don't care what haters do
But if you think I'm loved for you
Say to the bad guy

Whoever to us
Now maybe you can buy
One of them first tickets to the Resurrection