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 mama to the radio
And a song comes on and a not far off being born
Doesn't know the difference between right and
Now I trying to make it too complex
But let's just say has an undeveloped context
About the of women these days
His sings along and this what she says
"Niggas, I'm a bad bitch, and I'm that
that's far above average"
And maybe rhyming words like cabbage and savage
And baby carriage and other things that it
Couple of things are happenin'
First he's relatin' the word "bitch" with his mama
And because she's relatin' to herself, his most important source of
And mental health, he may skew respect for

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

Yeah, now imagine a group of little nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' listenin' to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if they parental clearance
They understand the internet better than their
Now being the internet, the probably uncensored
young, so they're malleable and probably unmentored
A complicated combination, maybe with no
Until that intelligence meets favourite 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 they less concerned him
And more with the girl acquiescent to his whims
Ah, the thickens
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, 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, they
(I'm these bitches)

Disclaimer, this rhymer, Lupe, is not "bitch" as a lesson
But as a weapon
To set in your mind and mess with your conceptions
Discretion's, reflections, clever misdirection
'Cause, while I was rappin' was growin' up fast
stepped in to ever slow 'em up, gasp
Sure enough, in this little
The little boy meets one of little girls
And he she a bad bitch and she thinks she a bad bitch
He thinks disrespectfully, she thinks of that
She got the idea, he don't wanna fuck her
He think she's bad at a bitch, like his mother
never dressed like that, come out the house hot mess like that
Ass, titties, like that, all out to impress like that
Just that, you see the fruit of the confusion
He in a reality, she caught in an illusion
Bad mean to her, she really nice and smart
But bad mean bad to him, bitch don't play part
But bitch bad to her if you say it the wrong way
But she think she a bitch, a double entendre

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