Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Guy

You're all a bunch of assholes
You know
'Cause you got the guts to be where you wanna be
Fabolous, he doesn't that problem
He tells the truth
That's what it's all
That's what we work so for fabolous?
So they can point 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
They be fellas why
It's cause the streets is
With an ear, jealous eye
You know how William H Bonnie's
I keep the home selling two way contact like Johnny
Be the same dudes, testing your
In hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents

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

You need like me
So you can point fuckin' fingers
And say "That's the bad guy"
So, they make you?

Bitches think all they do is say the child is yours
Quit they job and live off the child
How could you stand there, smile in
I'ma just settle, fly back to Cayman Isle resorts
You sign a pre-nup
You me instead of 'it wasn't me'
I'm say "Where you get a key from?"
I the way your butt switches
But none of these bitches

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 whole
be ready to light the weed and pull it
Now every wanna make me come faster than a speeding bullet
But I ain't into coachin' birds Tony La Russa
I had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters
Who have trouble gettin' the kid like me to
Ma you'll see a bad guy like me again, for real

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

on
What type of bad guy fellas death, females hugs
I makin' my business, my kids won't to retail drugs
I get over the two way from email thugs
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 likin' the song
Right back to the P's, pair of Michael's shoes on

you holla in the club it's cool
But change the subject fool
And start askin' if I remember you from public
You know I done heard dozens, of these buzzin'
Talking 'bout I used to with they third cousin
FYI, the fuck from 'round me
You guys who wanna hear
stuck or clown me
I don't what other haters do
But if you I'm loved for savin' you
Say to the bad guy

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