Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Guy

You're all a bunch of assholes
You why?
'Cause you don't got the guts to be where you be
Fabolous, he doesn't have that
He always tells the
That's it's all about?
That's what we so hard for fabolous?
So can point their fuckin' fingers
And call me the fuckin' bad

I I'm the bad guy
The is pointin'
Nigga, I don't go in no without bringin' my joint in
be asking fellas why
It's cause the streets is
With an ear, jealous eye
You know how H Bonnie's rockin'
I keep the home selling two way like Johnny Cochran
Be the same dudes, your patience
In hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents

You smell me, you gotta the Wesson like fragrance
And you pay your way out arrests and
These playas been foul
And I learned my lesson with flagrants
Nigga, this how I live it ain't entertainment
I'm what been trying to do, not do
I'm the kid, they been to you
You need people 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 they gotta do is say the child is
Quit job and live off the child support
How could you stand there, smile in
I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle
You better sign a
You catch me of 'it wasn't me'
I'm say "Where you get a key from?"
I love the way your switches
But none of these slut

Is worth me askin' my why my nuts itches
If they see how the Rolls Royce
All day I be emptyin' my Inbox and my voicemail
I'll be ready to light the and pull it
Now every chick wanna me come faster than a speeding bullet
But I into coachin' birds like Tony La Russa
I had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters
Who trouble gettin' the kid like me to spend
Ma you'll never see a bad guy me again, for real

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

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What type of bad guy give fellas death, hugs
I makin' my business, my kids won't to retail drugs
I get threats over the two way from email
I ride with ratchets, clips under the C.L
Think I'm you? Wrong
'Cause if I get locked
My money won't let me stay for wrong
Case dismissed, the D.A even likin' the
Right back to the P's, latest of Michael's shoes on

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

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