Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Guy

You're all a bunch of fucking
You why?
'Cause you got the guts to be where you wanna be
Fabolous, he doesn't that problem
He always the truth
That's what all about?
That's what we work so hard for
So they can point 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 without bringin' my in
They be asking why
It's cause the is watchin'
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, testing patience
In them hospitals, resting patients, confessing to agents

You smell me, you gotta spray the like fragrance
And you pay your way out arrests and
These playas been playin'
And I done learned my lesson flagrants
Nigga, this how I live it ain't entertainment
I'm what been trying 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 people like me
So you can your fuckin' fingers
And say "That's the bad guy"
So, what 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 better a pre-nup
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 slut bitches

Is worth me askin' my doctor why my nuts
If they see how the Rolls smell
All day I be emptyin' my Inbox and my whole
I'll be ready to light the weed and it
Now every chick wanna me come faster than a speeding bullet
But I ain't into birds like Tony La Russa
I had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters
Who trouble gettin' the kid like 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 a bad guy flow like this guy now
You better make way, it's a bad guy through

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What of bad guy give fellas death, females hugs
I makin' my business, my kids won't have to drugs
I get threats the two way from email thugs
I ride with ratchets, clips the C.L rugs
Think I'm liking Wrong
'Cause if I get locked
My money won't let me unrighteous for wrong
dismissed, the D.A even likin' the song
Right back to the P's, latest pair of shoes on

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

Whoever to us
Now you can buy yourself
One of first class tickets to the Resurrection