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 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 make it too
But let's say shorty has an undeveloped context
About the perception of these days
His mama sings along and this what she
"Niggas, I'm a bad bitch, and I'm bitch
that's far above average"
And maybe rhyming words like cabbage and savage
And baby carriage and other that match it
Couple of things are happenin'
First he's the word "bitch" with his mama comma
And because she's relatin' to herself, his most important of help
And health, he may skew respect for dishonor

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

Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls nine through
On the internet watchin' videos to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if they parental clearance
understand the internet better than their parents
Now being the internet, the content's probably
They're young, so they're malleable and unmentored
A combination, maybe with no relevance
Until intelligence meets their favorite singer's preference
"Bad bitches, bad bitches, bad
That's all I want and all I in life is bad bitches, bad bitches"
Now let's say that they less with him
And more with the video girl to his whims
Ah, the plot
High heels, long hair, fat booty,
check, I'm not trippin'
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)
bad, woman good
Lady better, misunderstood
(I'm these bitches)

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

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

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