Luyện nghe bài hát B*tch Bad

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

Now imagine there's a shorty, maybe maybe four
Ridin' with his mama listening to the radio
And a comes on and a not far off from being born
Doesn't know the difference between right and
Now I ain't trying to make it too
But let's just say shorty has an context
About the of women these days
His sings along and this what she says
"Niggas, I'm a bad bitch, and I'm that
that's far above average"
And maybe other rhyming words like cabbage and
And baby and other things that match it
Couple of things are here
he's relatin' the word "bitch" with his mama 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, they
(I'm killin' these bitches) Uh, 'em
Bitch bad, good
Lady better, they
They misunderstood (I'm these bitches)

Yeah, now imagine a group of girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' listenin' to songs by themselves
It doesn't matter if they have parental clearance
understand the internet better than their parents
Now being the internet, the probably uncensored
They're young, so they're malleable and probably
A complicated combination, maybe no relevance
Until that intelligence meets their favorite preference
"Bad bitches, bad bitches, bad
That's all I and all I like in life is bad bitches, bad bitches"
Now let's say they less concerned with him
And with the video girl acquiescent to his whims
Ah, the thickens
heels, long hair, fat booty, slim
Reality check, I'm not
They don't see a paid actress, just makes a bad bitch

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

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

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

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