Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Guy

You're all a bunch of fucking
You why?
'Cause you don't got the guts to be where you be
Fabolous, he doesn't have that
He tells the truth
That's what all about?
That's what we so hard for fabolous?
So can point 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 without bringin' my joint in
They be fellas why
It's cause the is watchin'
With an envious ear, eye
You know how William H rockin'
I the home selling two way contact like Johnny Cochran
Be the same dudes, testing patience
In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to

You smell me, you gotta spray the like fragrance
And you pay your way out arrests and
These playas playin' foul
And I done my lesson with flagrants
Nigga, this how I live it just entertainment
I'm what they been to do, not do
I'm the kid, they been to you
You need 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 your fuckin'
And say "That's the bad guy"
So, they make you?

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

Is worth me askin' my doctor why my nuts
If see how the Rolls Royce smell
All day I be emptyin' my Inbox and my voicemail
I'll be to light the weed and pull it
Now every chick wanna make me faster than a speeding bullet
But I ain't into coachin' birds 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 gonna hear a bad guy flow like this guy now
You better make way, a bad guy coming through

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What of bad guy give fellas death, females hugs
I makin' my business, my kids won't have to retail
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 won't let me stay unrighteous for wrong
dismissed, the D.A even likin' the song
Right back to the P's, latest of Michael's shoes on

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

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