Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Guy

You're all a bunch of fucking
You know
'Cause you don't got the to be where you wanna be
Fabolous, he doesn't that problem
He always the truth
That's what it's all
That's what we work so hard for
So can point their fuckin' fingers
And call me the fuckin' bad

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

You smell me, you gotta the Wesson like fragrance
And you pay your way out and arraignments
These playas been foul
And I done learned my with 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 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 point your fuckin'
And say "That's the bad guy"
So, what they you?

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 just settle, fly 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 love the way your switches
But none of slut bitches

Is worth me my doctor why my nuts itches
If they see how the Rolls smell
All day I be emptyin' my and my whole 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 done had the chickens to the boniest roosters
Who have 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 hear a bad guy flow like this guy now
You better make way, it's a bad guy through

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What type of bad guy fellas death, females hugs
I makin' my business, my kids won't have to drugs
I get threats over the two way email thugs
I with ratchets, clips under the C.L rugs
Think I'm liking you?
'Cause even if I get
My money let me stay unrighteous for wrong
Case dismissed, the D.A even the song
back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on

When you holla in the club it's
But don't 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 or clown me
I don't what other haters do
But if you I'm loved for savin' you
Say to the bad guy

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