Luyện nghe bài hát Bada Boom

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

rappers say I'm stealing their flows,
but I can't steal what you made up bitch
Y'all some duplicate rap cloning
I you hoes 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 every I spit is insane
Got more styles than any rapper in the game, 11 years and still
And ya'll get a couple hit records, make some noise and have the nerve to shouting
Who's gassing 'em, they smoke up your ass, you fired up but I'm just puff puff passin' 'em
Until they roaches, buried in my
Nigga burn slow, better pray like your last day
You to yourself, just admit it
May not the way I use it but you know you aint invent it boy
Do your research before you a claim so bogus
Thats disrespecting in the game
F-ck the but go ahead and get ya 5 minutes
Then you front line can report to your lieutenants (sir, yes sir)
See I'm ya past, I'm ya and ya present
So watch ya f-cking mouth you speak about a legend
16 times platinum, 6 1s
So I can a f-ck what you sold in ya first week
You's weak, softer than the dough boy
Don't me expose the truth, you's a hoe boy
Don't make me get on that Stomp and get back at it
You rappers aint even in my f-cking tax
Why am I wasting my
Yeah I admit I get a little Ludacris my rhymes, sometimes
But my fans know the difference because "My Bad" went platinum still winning muthaf-cka

The nerve of you niggas man, you aint got enough on your jacket to address me boy
Fall in formation, y'all outta line
I was told not to kill a with a cannon
So the time you nats got a real problem
Don't be a coward like a nigga that used to be signed to be on twitter rants and shit
Nigga say it to my