Luyện nghe bài hát Bad,bad Man

john (bad bad man)

Aww, you did it now
you shoulda put this one in the vault man!
They not ready - don't know what's comin man!
Oh we gonna drop this on 'em here
Y'all ready for this, Y'ALL AIN'T READY FOR NONE OF THIS!

Your a bad man, and we invadin the streets
Make rappers scurred, they be droppin the heat
Shocked the world, now I'm standin
I flip fools like them clamshell phones
You can't but nod your head to the track
Fuck the down rap, we be takin it back
Give it to me straight - ain't no it
Check yourself in the mirror - no facin it
you, playin the role and you plannin to fold
This the masterplan, we got the on hold
We all the streets like your favorite sneaker
up your sound like a drive-through speaker
Everything that I be spittin is
After I rock, fast forward through the rest of the
We the monkeywrench, that's ruin your plan
And don't fuck John Cena - I'm a BAD, BAD MAN

the mic in my hands I'm a bad man
Even in a fight the hands I'm a bad man
Livin in the all my life I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man

We devils - rockin levels
We set among hot tunes to instrumentals
And cats got one-liners, I drop
And I think it's you choose, losin progress
or runnin in place; we moves, and y'all settle
I rip and take responsibility
for makin future hall-of-famers look third
Y'all are lost for words conversation on your worst first date
and ride beats, creep side streets
Looseleaf notepads where rhymes leak
Punchlines - man, even beg
I got knee-slappin tracks, y'all your leg
You a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a
You ain't worthy of bein my secretary man a quote
I tracks like cracks in boats
And pussy choked up with they own lines in they throat

TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and see me I'm a
MC's and they beats is what I eat, 16 leave you in the street
My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both
spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head
Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the corrosion
is with your chosen flows, I'm nice with mics
My hands'll break your nose Mikey Tyson
in his prime, one rhyme
And I up the room one time, BOOM! To the jaw
Your face is a coat raw
And the blood and snot mix, jelly on the floor
My love is cop them bricks, on the floor
I rob you, you soft and you ain't a problem
I solve you, 357 long revolve you
Acid in your face, bad look, you
I'm a bad, bad man

Yeah, it out
It's Bumpy Knuckles
And I you to say hello to the BAD, BAD, MAN - C'MON!