Luyện nghe bài hát B*tch Bad

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

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

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

Yeah, now imagine a group of little nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' listenin' to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if they have parental
They understand the internet better their parents
Now the internet, the content's 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
all I want and all I like in life is bad bitches, bad bitches"
Now let's say that they less with him
And more with the video girl acquiescent to his
Ah, the thickens
High heels, hair, fat booty, slim
Reality check, I'm not
They don't see a paid actress, just what a bad bitch

bad, woman good
Lady better, 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)

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

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

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