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 a dozen people walk by me that just had so much bitch-assness in them, it was ridiculous

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

Someone might'a lit a fire the soul of me
Your shots graze me, I'm standing, ain't put a hole in me
I answer to no one, nobody can get of me
MGK please stop trolling me, get me
You be me, you're mad that you're not as big as me
I'm everywhere, I'm your nightmare, you get rid of me
Call a Uber, on the radio, mad you're hearing me
"Him & I's" on, mad you're listening to sing to me
Can't fuck with nobody with so negative energy
A pillar in this game bruh, be here until infinity
Ask myself why am I a mini-me?
so below my class, you're reaching, you're not offending me
I headline arenas, and all of my shits go
You seen a plaque and your last shit did thirty thousand
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 this time, you never the boy
I'm headlining, heard you up for Fall Out Boy
Don't play with my name, you fucker, I said 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 don't got too much time, let's be honest, and get to this shit
Your last joint was six ago
It's a miracle that Flex found you worth it enough to even 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 Club at 105, it's keeping New York's alive
We did like 30 together out in Europe
You mugged me, but you never spoke, you never tried to up
Until that night in Finland, I we got shit to clear up
You got sentimental and you start to tear up
You told me how you fucked with me, and you ain't have no
I said it's all love, happened we forgot it (Fuckin' punk)
And you flip-floppin' all year, talkin' 'bout me
You talked behind my back, whole time you never called me (Be a man, motherfucker)
So why you actin' extra tough? Keep it lit, it's just a
Why's it me and not you that's sittin' ringside to Puff?
I ain't to bring this up, but respect to the OG
But ever cross the line again, fuck, you don't know me
Honestly, what's up with you? This behavior is new
Jealous, actin' petty, guess I you uncomfortable
Bad Boy treats you like a family you're to
You're to him, tell me why doesn't Puff fuck with you
Numbers lie, I don't either, hear your bullshit through the speaker
You are such a joke, I ain't want to do this ether
You hate yourself, I don't understand your issue
Ironic this what's happening the night that Eminem you
you, bitch