Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bitch

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

Now imagine there's a shorty, maybe five maybe
'round with his mama listening to the radio
And a song comes on and a not far off being born
know the difference between right and wrong
Now I ain't to make it too complex
But let's just say shorty has an undeveloped
About the perception of these days
His mama along and this what she says
"Niggas, I'm a bad bitch, and I'm that
Something far above average"
And maybe other rhyming words like cabbage and
And carriage and other things 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 source of
And mental health, he may skew for dishonour

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

Yeah, now imagine a group of little nine through twelve
On the watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if they have parental
They the internet better than their parents
Now being the internet, the content's probably
They're young, so they're malleable and probably
A complicated combination, with no relevance
Until that intelligence meets their favourite preference
"Bad bitches, bad bitches, bad
That's all I and all I like in life is bad bitches, bad bitches"
Now say that they less concerned with him
And more with the video girl to his whims
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, they
I say, I say, I say, I say, I say, I say (I'm killin' bitches)
Bitch bad, good
Lady better, they
(I'm these bitches)

Disclaimer, rhymer, Lupe, is not usin' "bitch" as a lesson
But as a weapon
To set in your mind and really mess with conceptions
Discretion's, reflections, it's misdirection
'Cause, while I was rappin' they was growin' up
Nobody stepped in to ever 'em up, gasp
Sure enough, in this world
The little boy one of those little girls
And he thinks she a bad and she thinks she a bad bitch
He thinks disrespectfully, she of that sexually
She got the wrong idea, he don't 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
Just like that, you see the fruit of the
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 your part
But bitch bad to her if you say it the wrong way
But she she a bitch, what a double entendre

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
Lady better, they
(I'm killin' bitches)

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