Luyện nghe bài hát BAD BOY

This is L. Penny-Feather, and I am here in the heart of Times Square, New York City, and it is just bitch-assness rampant everywhere I look. Up, down, and all around. I just seen about a dozen people walk by me that just had so bitch-assness in them, it was ridiculous

Popcorn and sodas are available by stands outside. Get your popcorn.

Does this kid, just really do shit
Smoke!
to this motherfucker right here
Smoke, Smoke, Smoke, Smoke,
Yeah!

Someone might'a lit a inside the soul of me
Your shots just me, I'm standing, ain't put a hole in me
I answer to no one, nobody can get of me
MGK please trolling me, get over me
You wanna be me, mad that you're not as big as me
I'm everywhere, I'm your nightmare, you get rid of me
Call a Uber, turn on the radio, mad hearing me
"Him & I's" on, mad you're listening to sing to me
Can't fuck with nobody so much negative energy
A pillar in this game bruh, I'll be until infinity
Ask why am I entertaining a mini-me?
You're so below my class, you're reaching, you're not me
I arenas, and all of my shits go platinum
You never seen a plaque and your last shit did thirty
not a competition, I'd hurt you if I start braggin'
Irrelevant in culture, no one gives a fuck him
You got both of my numbers, all time, you never called the boy
I'm headlining, heard you up for Fall Out Boy
Don't play my name, you fucker, I said it's not a toy
her again, I'll smack you, I'm not a boy
Opened up my savage, usually I don't do this
I got too much time, let's be honest, and let's get to this shit
Your last joint was six ago
It's a miracle that Flex found you worth it enough to hear you flow
But I guess you both might have something in common,
You got your spot tooken from you, mad about it so
Yeah, that's why it might sting, but I'm the fucking
Breakfast at 105, it's keeping New York's shit alive
We did like 30 shows together out in
You mugged me, but you never spoke, you never tried to up
Until that night in Finland, I said we got to clear up
You got sentimental and you almost to tear up
You me how you fucked with me, and you ain't have no problems
I said all love, whatever happened we forgot it (Fuckin' punk)
And then you flip-floppin' all year, 'bout me
You talked behind my back, this whole time you called me (Be a man, motherfucker)
So why you actin' extra Keep it lit, it's just a bluff
Why's it me and not you sittin' ringside next to Puff?
I ain't to bring this up, but respect to the OG
But don't ever cross the line again, fuck, you don't me
Honestly, what's up with you? This behavior is new
Jealous, actin' petty, guess I make you
Bad Boy treats you a family you're adopted to
You're to him, tell me why doesn't Puff fuck with you
Numbers don't lie, I don't either, your bullshit through the speaker
You are a fucking joke, I ain't want to do this ether
You hate yourself, I don't understand your issue
Ironic this what's happening the that Eminem dissed you
you, bitch