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' 'round his mama listening to the radio
And a song comes on and a not far off from born
know the difference between right and wrong
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 mama sings along and this she says
"Niggas, I'm a bad bitch, and I'm that
Something far above average"
And other rhyming words like cabbage and savage
And baby and other things that match it
Couple of things are here
First relatin' the word "bitch" with his mama comma
And she's relatin' to herself, his most important source of help
And mental health, he may skew respect for

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

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

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

Disclaimer, this rhymer, Lupe, is not "bitch" as a lesson
But as a psychological
To set in your mind and really mess with conceptions
Discretion's, reflections, it's misdirection
'Cause, I was rappin' they was growin' up fast
Nobody stepped in to slow 'em up, gasp
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 wanna fuck her
He think she's bad at a bitch, like his mother
Momma dressed like that, come out the house hot mess like that
Ass, titties, like that, all out to impress like that
Just like that, you see the of the confusion
He caught in a reality, she in an illusion
Bad mean good to her, she really and smart
But bad mean bad to him, bitch don't your part
But bitch still bad to her if you say it the way
But she she a bitch, what a double 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 killin' bitches)

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