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 have problem
He always the truth
what it's all about?
That's what we work so hard for
So they can point their 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 the streets is watchin'
With an ear, jealous eye
You how William H Bonnie's rockin'
I keep the home selling two way contact like Johnny
Be the same dudes, testing patience
In them hospitals, resting like patients, to agents

You smell me, you gotta the Wesson like fragrance
And you pay way out arrests and arraignments
These been playin' foul
And I done learned my with flagrants
Nigga, this how I live it just entertainment
I'm they been trying 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 fuckin' fingers
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 off the child support
How could you stand there, in court
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 of these slut bitches

Is worth me askin' my why my nuts itches
If they see how the Rolls smell
All day I be my Inbox and my whole voicemail
be ready to light the weed and pull it
Now chick wanna make me come faster than a speeding bullet
But I ain't into coachin' birds Tony La Russa
I done had the thickest to the boniest roosters
Who trouble gettin' the kid like me to spend
Ma you'll never see a bad guy 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 better make way, it's a bad guy through

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

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

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