Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Guy

You're all a bunch of fucking
You know
'Cause you don't got the guts to be where you be
Fabolous, he doesn't have problem
He always the truth
what it's all about?
That's what we work so for fabolous?
So they can point their 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
be asking fellas why
It's cause the is watchin'
an envious ear, jealous eye
You know how William H Bonnie's
I keep the home selling two way contact like Cochran
Be the dudes, testing 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 and arraignments
These playas playin' foul
And I done learned my lesson flagrants
Nigga, this how I it ain't just entertainment
I'm what they been to do, not do
I'm the kid, they lyin' 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 they make

Bitches think all gotta do is say the child is yours
Quit job and live off the child support
How could you there, smile in court
I'ma just settle, fly back to them Isle resorts
You better sign a
You me instead of 'it wasn't 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 they see how the Rolls Royce
All day I be emptyin' my Inbox and my whole
I'll be to light the weed and pull it
Now every chick wanna make me faster than a speeding bullet
But I into coachin' birds like Tony La Russa
I done had the thickest chickens to the roosters
Who trouble gettin' the kid like me to spend
Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for

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

on
What of bad guy give fellas death, females hugs
I makin' my business, my won't have to retail drugs
I get threats over the two way email thugs
I ride with ratchets, clips under the C.L
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
Right back to the P's, latest of Michael's shoes on

When you holla in the club cool
But don't the subject fool
And askin' if I remember you from public school
You I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzin'
Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they cousin
FYI, the fuck from 'round me
You good guys who hear
Somebody stuck or me
I care 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 class to the Resurrection