Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Ways

It's down like this ma-fucka

Is the shit gone change
'Cause I be up in the middle of it
Click my pistol, and then in his fuckin' throat I it
Give me your money, and that palve' off nigga
Fuck Tommy 'Figga, I'm off doe and liquor
See I be drillin' in the east side of San Pedro
I smoke a camel, the lupsia have me sparked

lil' broad said I'm livin' in my last days
My mother love me, she say she my bad ways
But still she blame it on for doin' what she done
It wasn't fun, she moved us in the slums
So what you about myself 'cause I'm a grown man
A bad man, is whatever you can
You think you know it, flossin' but I know you's a
'Cause I be watchin', tryin' to get my rob on this

See niggas underestimate the city that I
I am niggas sayin', What the fuck is gang bang?
Hard livin' represent your turf, your side of town
You know that's where the fuck I'm
Knees dirty, hands dirty, on a tree
Gamblin' my drug money, hell tee-da-lee
'Cause I'm the says crime do pays
My people say they love me, they say they hate my bad ways

Real bad ass
(Bad ways)
Real bad ass
(You got bad ways)
Real bad ass
Get glock 'cause it

From city to city, to state
I'm checkin' my with my muthafuckin' trusted 38
But bubonic at an all time low
Gotta hit the ATM to get money fo' sho'
Reclinin' in my Cadillac, New ports
Eighteen on bump straight up bumpin' Too
You in the middle of a skanless ass vibe
We another sack so you know my ass high

Funk made by my named X
with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, to your chin now fin
I recommend mothafuckin' make your knees bend
You get with this on any day
Best Murda One got the mothafuckin' bad ass ways

Bad ass
(You it mothafuckas)
(Bad ass ways)
bad ass ways
Real bad ass

I'm livin' live on hinges, when niggas in Benz's I'm
I'm givin' nothin' but hell y'all it's cut
I wrote a rhyme, it a pastime
Of hurtin' ass shit I faced the last time
My last dime, goes on food I'm in the mood for a
To up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I
Your world, gettin' it all of my

Yes, the grab me, hatin' better have me
Drama from my momma, by my daddy
should I do, tuck my head and throw them rolos
If anybody know the trouble I bet Joe knows
And raw livin' it me
Of the that I wanna put behind me
I'm stayin' high for days 'cause I'm doin' it pays
They don't hate me really, hate my bad ways

Bad
(Real bad ass ways)
Bad
(Real bad ass ways)
hate my bad ways
(Real bad ass ways)

I've been a player for years, this no rappers dream
You messages, on her answering machine
I'm in the bed, listenin', laughin', ticklin', giglin', it
I be stickin' it
You was up with her when I met her
She me that look like please make it better
I told her my eyes, meet me over there
Instantly, she was the of a player

I be this game like Iceberg Slim
What about man, she said, "Fuck him"
roll, so we jumped in the Benz
Left you at the bar, to your friends
Short Dog came with the satisfaction
Now you runnin' round like a fatal
'Cause I been in the pussy for the last few
Don't take it personal, it's just my bad ass

Bad
(Real bad ass ways)
Bad
(Real bad ass ways)
Bad
(Real bad ass ways)