Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Man

Oh, a dat a a gwan wid
Oonu a bawl, oonu claim mi come pon T.V wid rupaul
No man jump bad man wall
No stall alright first

Dong, dong, dong, dong, dogger, diggy,
Dong, dong, dong, dong, dogger, diggy,
Dong, dong, dong, dong, dogger, diggy,
Dong, wid meaning, hey

Man, a bad man and man, nuh mingle wid nuh
And if yuh dis di program, yuh is a man
Either by a shot or yuh
Jah, Jah pass mi m-i

Man, a bad man and man, nuh wid nuh rodman
And if yuh dis di program, yuh is a man
Either by a shot or yuh
Jah, Jah pass mi m-i

(Niggers bleed jus' us)
Picture me fraid of a
Bwoy weh bus di gun as me
(Niggers bleed jus' us)
Picture me being 'fraid to my life a g.p

(Niggers jus' like us)
Picture me run away from a fight a some bwoy bright
(Niggers bleed like us)
me being fraid fi lock off a bwoy life like a light

Willie squeeze the desert es
yuh ease nigger leave
Well, gun shot a surround yuh like
Well, copper a tek a bwoy like bees
Caan believe, yuh hear mi
Bad man get grieve and sing seh

Man, a bad man and man, nuh mingle wid nuh
And if yuh dis di program, yuh is a man
by a shot or yuh hang
Jah, Jah ranks mi m-i

Well, fi live dung ainna di jungle, yuh haffi have whole a skill
Yuh tek a lot a chill pill to kill
Well, big up all di man dem from hill, hill, hill
What is my favourite attack when mi dress up in a mi

Wid mi wig pon mi head, sixteen back
Bragga, dagga, dagga, da twenty body drop
But Mr. Ria, Mr. Squire, bredda nia, bad man a like vampire
Mi wi dung a bwoy and nyam him liver
But first the D.J haffi

Weh yuh all my guns are for
Forty-five in jus to explode on a bwoy soul
Time changing things more guns bussing
More man dying from back in the days of pure mass

Well, everyday yuh another likkle youth gone
And another m-16 man
Man plant peas and waan corn
a gwaan, what a gwaan