Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bitch

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

Now imagine there's a shorty, maybe five maybe
Ridin' 'round with his listening to the radio
And a song comes on and a not far off from being
Doesn't the difference between right and wrong
Now I trying to make it too complex
But just say shorty has an undeveloped context
About the perception of women these
His mama along and this what she says
"Niggas, I'm a bad bitch, and I'm bitch
that's far above average"
And maybe other rhyming words cabbage and savage
And baby carriage and other things that it
Couple of are happenin' here
First he's relatin' the word "bitch" with his comma
And because relatin' to herself, his most important source of help
And mental health, he may skew for dishonour

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

Yeah, now imagine a group of girls nine through twelve
On the watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if have parental clearance
They understand the internet than their parents
Now being the internet, the content's uncensored
They're young, so they're malleable and probably
A complicated combination, with no relevance
Until that intelligence meets their singer's 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 girl acquiescent to his whims
Ah, the thickens
High heels, hair, fat booty, slim
check, I'm not trippin'
They don't see a paid actress, just what makes a bad

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 killin' bitches)

Disclaimer, this rhymer, Lupe, is not "bitch" as a lesson
But as a weapon
To set in your mind and really mess with your
Discretion's, reflections, it's clever
'Cause, while I was they was growin' up fast
stepped in to ever slow 'em up, gasp
Sure enough, in this little
The little boy meets one of those girls
And he she a bad bitch and she thinks 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 like that, 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 in a reality, she caught in an illusion
Bad mean good to her, she really and smart
But bad mean bad to him, bitch play your part
But still bad to her if you say it the wrong way
But she think she a bitch, a double entendre

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

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