Luyện nghe bài hát Bada Boom

Big boom, Luda's in this bitch
P-ssy niggas the room
I came the door, I said it before
I'm the truth in this and you niggas all hoes

Counterfeit rappers say I'm stealing flows,
but I steal what you never made up bitch
Y'all some rap cloning niggas
I manufacture you put on your makeup Bitch

Let me explain, nothing's new since Big Daddy Kane
Flows will get recycled passed around to names
But what's the same, that verse I spit is insane
Got more styles than any rapper in the game, 11 years and counting
And ya'll get a couple hit records, some noise and have the nerve to start shouting
Who's gassing 'em, they blowing smoke up your ass, you fired up but I'm just puff passin' 'em
Until roaches, buried in my ashtray
Nigga burn slow, better like it's your last day
You to yourself, just admit it
May not like the way I use it but you you aint invent it boy
Do your research before you make a claim so
disrespecting pioneers in the game
F-ck the fame but go and get ya 5 minutes
Then you front line cadets can report to lieutenants (sir, yes sir)
See I'm ya past, I'm ya future and ya
So watch ya mouth when you speak about a legend
16 platinum, 6 number 1s
So I can give a f-ck you sold in ya first week
You's weak, than the Pillsbury dough boy
make me expose the truth, you's a hoe boy
Don't make me get on that Stomp and get back at it
You rappers even in my f-cking tax bracket
Why am I wasting my
Yeah I admit I get a little Ludacris with my rhymes,
But my fans know the difference because "My Chick Bad" went platinum still winning

The nerve of you niggas man, you got enough medals on your jacket to address me boy
Fall back in formation, outta line
I was not to kill a mosquito with a cannon
So the next time you nats got a real
Don't be a coward like a that used to be signed to be going on twitter rants and shit
say it to my face