Luyện nghe bài hát Rapper Gone Bad

[ 1 ]
I'm a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candy
And I make you put fist up to your mouth and say, "Goddamn!"
Boy, I got heat, flame-o, pull a mic, liquid
Verbal volcano, they love me, cause they
I'm cut from the cloth that real men are of
Bitches get up with clips of this Bay love
Attackin you vernacular, dialect and lingo
The Rapper Gone Bad, boy, peep the first
Bounce and shake what your mama you
It's the drapers, can you feel it? can save you
>From the dapper rapper who stay fitted a mannequin
Hoes see me in the and say, "Girl, there go that man again"
I'm fabulicious, game
Break bitches dishes and drink like them fishes
Boy, put of that yukon jack in the bag
And come fuck with yo partner, the gone bad

(Rapper bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)

[ 2 ]
I'm a old schooler like and the 5 that was Furious
goin delirious even though it ain't that serious
You're curious? Well, to these lyricals
Them suckers tryin to knock this, gonna take a miracle
I'm seasoned with the game that o.g.'s me
Got like Luke did by Obi Won Kenobi
Or Yoda, a, mic in my right hand
And I'm sleep you know I keep a fat strap in my nightstand
I strike men, my height, man, is d
I see us the show at the hotel Double Tree
Cool, calm and collected, but sometimes I get
Cause suckers sick of the like they Jack and I'm the Green
Giant, defiant, get dealt with quick
be on this ball team unless you wanna help get grits
Let's get rich, is what I tell em, sell em dreams horoscopes
They try to fight the feeling, but it's to ignore your folks
Mac D the r connected to the e (me)
Might be at the bar drinkin
In between the sheets I'm a freak and a piece of work
My body over her like Johnny, Keith and Levert

(Rapper bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)

[ 3 ]
A thug like 2pac, wanna mack Too $hort
Smoke like Newports, get drunk off 2 quarts
Bendin in somethin ninety-new
real ragoon on my way to see Chuey
Boy, I'm on the air heavy rotation
But I'm still a player with a on Daytons
I'm hi-po, and the really can't stand me
Got posse, Flowmasters and Shift, King and
Chirpin every time I gears
In that '95 Impala with them gold-dipped
Put some of 1-5-1 in the bag
fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad

(Rapper bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)