Luyện nghe bài hát B*tch Bad

Yeah, I say
Bitch bad, good, lady better
Hey, hey
Hey, hey

Now there's a shorty, maybe five maybe four
Ridin' 'round his mama listening to the radio
And a song comes on and a not far off from born
Doesn't know the difference between and wrong
Now I ain't to make it too complex
But let's say shorty has an undeveloped context
About the of women these days
His mama along and this what she says
"Niggas, I'm a bad bitch, and I'm bitch
Something that's far average"
And maybe rhyming words like cabbage and savage
And baby carriage and things that match it
Couple of things are happenin'
First he's relatin' the word "bitch" with his comma
And because she's relatin' to herself, his important source of help
And health, he may skew respect for dishonor

bad, woman good
Lady better, misunderstood
(I'm killin' these bitches) Uh, 'em
Bitch bad, good
Lady better, they
misunderstood (I'm killin' these bitches)

Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls nine twelve
On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to by themselves
It doesn't really matter if they have clearance
They understand the internet better than parents
Now being the internet, the content's probably
young, so they're malleable and probably unmentored
A complicated combination, with no relevance
Until that intelligence meets their favorite singer's
"Bad bitches, bad bitches, bad
That's all I want and all I in life is bad bitches, bad bitches"
Now say that they less concerned with him
And more with the girl acquiescent to his whims
Ah, the plot
High heels, long hair, fat booty,
Reality check, I'm not
They don't see a actress, just what makes a bad bitch

bad, woman good
Lady better, misunderstood
I say, I say, I say, I say, I say, I say (I'm killin' bitches)
Bitch bad, woman
Lady better, they
(I'm these bitches)

Disclaimer, this rhymer, Lupe, is not "bitch" as a lesson
But as a psychological
To set in your mind and really with your conceptions
Discretion's, reflections, it's clever
'Cause, while I was rappin' they was growin' up
Nobody in to ever slow 'em up, gasp
Sure enough, in this world
The boy meets one of those little girls
And he thinks she a bad and she thinks she a bad bitch
He disrespectfully, she thinks of that sexually
She got the wrong idea, he don't wanna her
He think she's bad at bein' a bitch, his mother
Momma never dressed like that, come out the house hot mess like
Ass, titties, like that, all out to impress like that
like that, you see the fruit of the confusion
He in a reality, she caught in an illusion
Bad mean good to her, she really and smart
But bad bad to him, bitch don't play your part
But still bad to her if you say it the wrong way
But she think she a bitch, what a entendre

Bitch bad, good
better, they misunderstood
I say, I say, I say, I say, I say, I say (I'm killin' bitches)
Bitch bad, good
Lady better, misunderstood
(I'm these bitches)

Bitch bad, woman good, better
misunderstood
You're misunderstood (I'm killin' bitches)
Bitch bad, woman good, lady
Greatest hood (I'm killin' these bitches)