Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Guy

You're all a bunch of fucking
You know
'Cause you don't got the guts to be where you be
Fabolous, he doesn't that problem
He always the truth
That's what it's all
what we work so hard for fabolous?
So they can point fuckin' fingers
And call me the fuckin' bad

I I'm the bad guy
The is pointin'
Nigga, I don't go in no clubs bringin' my joint in
be asking fellas why
It's the streets is watchin'
an envious ear, jealous eye
You know how William H Bonnie's
I keep the home selling two way contact like Johnny
Be the same dudes, testing your
In hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents

You smell me, you gotta spray the like fragrance
And you pay your way out arrests and
These playas playin' foul
And I learned my lesson with flagrants
Nigga, this how I live it just entertainment
I'm what been trying to do, not do
I'm the kid, been lyin' to you
You people like me
I'm so F A B O L O U S
Yeah, the bad guy

You need like me
So you can your fuckin' fingers
And say "That's the bad guy"
So, they make you?

Bitches think all they gotta do is say the is yours
Quit they job and off the child support
How you stand there, smile in court
I'ma just settle, fly back to Cayman Isle resorts
You sign a pre-nup
You catch me instead of 'it me'
I'm say "Where you get a key from?"
I love the way your switches
But of these slut bitches

Is worth me my doctor why my nuts itches
If see how the Rolls Royce smell
All day I be emptyin' my Inbox and my whole
be ready to light the weed and pull it
Now every chick wanna make me come faster than a bullet
But I ain't coachin' birds like Tony La Russa
I done had the chickens to the boniest roosters
Who have trouble gettin' the kid like me to
Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for

So say goodnight to the bad guy, on
It's the last time you're gonna a bad guy flow like this guy now
You better make way, it's a bad guy coming

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What of bad guy give fellas death, females hugs
I makin' my business, my kids have to retail drugs
I get threats over the two way from thugs
I ride with ratchets, clips under the C.L
Think I'm you? Wrong
even if I get locked
My money won't let me stay for wrong
Case dismissed, the D.A 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 the subject fool
And start askin' if I remember you public school
You know I done dozens, of these birds buzzin'
Talking 'bout I used to fuck with third cousin
FYI, stay the fuck from me
You good guys who wanna
Somebody or clown me
I don't what other 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 class tickets to the Resurrection