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 that problem
He always tells the
That's what all about?
That's we work so hard for fabolous?
So they can their fuckin' fingers
And call me the bad guy?

I I'm the bad guy
The is pointin'
Nigga, I don't go in no clubs bringin' my joint in
be asking fellas why
It's cause the streets is
an envious ear, jealous eye
You know how H Bonnie's rockin'
I keep the home selling two way contact Johnny Cochran
Be the same dudes, your patience
In them hospitals, like patients, confessing to agents

You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like
And you pay your way out arrests and
These playas been foul
And I done learned my lesson 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 people like me
I'm so F A B O L O U S
Yeah, the bad guy

You people like me
So you can point your fuckin'
And say "That's the bad guy"
So, what they make

Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is
they job and live off the child support
How could you there, smile in court
I'ma settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts
You better sign a
You catch me instead of 'it me'
I'm say "Where you get a key from?"
I the way your butt switches
But of these slut bitches

Is worth me askin' my why my nuts itches
If see how the Rolls Royce smell
All day I be emptyin' my Inbox and my voicemail
I'll be ready to light the weed and it
Now every wanna make me come faster than a speeding bullet
But I ain't into coachin' birds like Tony La
I had the thickest 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 goodnight to the bad guy, on
It's the last you're gonna hear a bad guy flow like this guy now
You better make way, a bad guy coming through

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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 email
I ride with ratchets, under the C.L rugs
I'm liking you? Wrong
'Cause if I get locked
My money won't let me unrighteous for wrong
Case dismissed, the D.A even likin' the
back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on

When you in the club it's cool
But don't the subject fool
And askin' if I remember you from public school
You know I done heard dozens, of these buzzin'
'bout I used to fuck with they third cousin
FYI, stay the fuck 'round me
You good who wanna hear
Somebody stuck or me
I care what other 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