Luyện nghe bài hát B*tch Bad

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

Now imagine there's a shorty, five 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 between right and wrong
Now I trying to make it too complex
But let's just say has an undeveloped context
About the perception of these days
His mama sings along and what she says
"Niggas, I'm a bad bitch, and I'm that
Something that's far average"
And maybe other rhyming words cabbage and savage
And carriage and other things that match it
of things are happenin' here
First he's 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

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

Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls through twelve
On the watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if they parental clearance
understand the internet better than their parents
Now the internet, the content's probably uncensored
They're young, so they're malleable and unmentored
A complicated combination, maybe no relevance
Until that meets their favorite singer's 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 that less concerned with him
And more with the video girl acquiescent to his
Ah, the plot
heels, long hair, fat booty, slim
Reality check, I'm not
They see a paid 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 these bitches)
Bitch bad, good
better, they misunderstood
(I'm these bitches)

Disclaimer, rhymer, Lupe, is not usin' "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 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 thinks disrespectfully, she thinks of sexually
She got the wrong idea, he wanna fuck her
He think bad at bein' a bitch, like his mother
Momma never dressed like that, come out the house hot mess that
Ass, titties, breasts 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 mean bad to him, bitch don't play 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
better, they misunderstood
I say, I say, I say, I say, I say, I say (I'm killin' bitches)
Bitch bad, woman
Lady better, misunderstood
(I'm killin' bitches)

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