Luyện nghe bài hát B*tch Bad

Yeah, I say
Bitch bad, woman good, lady
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 being born
Doesn't know the between right and wrong
Now I ain't trying to make it too
But let's just say shorty has an undeveloped
About the perception of women these
His sings along and this what she says
"Niggas, I'm a bad bitch, and I'm bitch
that's far above average"
And other rhyming words like cabbage and savage
And baby carriage and other that match it
of things are happenin' here
First he's relatin' the "bitch" with his mama comma
And she's relatin' to herself, his most important source of help
And mental health, he may respect for dishonor

bad, woman good
Lady better, they
(I'm these bitches) Uh, tell 'em
Bitch bad, good
better, they misunderstood
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 really matter if they have parental 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 combination, maybe with no relevance
Until that intelligence meets their favorite singer's
"Bad bitches, bad bitches, bad
all I want and all I like in life is bad bitches, bad bitches"
Now let's say they less concerned with him
And more the video girl acquiescent to his whims
Ah, the plot
heels, long hair, fat booty, slim
Reality check, I'm not
They don't see a paid actress, just what makes a bad

Bitch bad, woman
better, they 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, rhymer, Lupe, is not usin' "bitch" as a lesson
But as a weapon
To set in mind and really mess with your conceptions
Discretion's, reflections, clever misdirection
'Cause, while I was rappin' they was growin' up
stepped 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 bitch and she she a bad bitch
He thinks disrespectfully, she thinks of that
She got the wrong idea, he wanna fuck her
He think she's bad at bein' a bitch, like his
Momma never dressed that, come out the house hot mess like that
Ass, titties, breasts like that, all out to impress like
like that, you see the fruit of the confusion
He caught in a reality, she in an illusion
Bad mean good to her, she nice and smart
But bad mean bad to him, 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, 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)

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)