Luyện nghe bài hát Bada Boom

Big Bada boom, in this bitch
P-ssy clear 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 can't steal what you never made up
Y'all some rap cloning niggas
I manufacture you put on your makeup Bitch

Let me explain, nothing's been new since Big Daddy
Flows will get passed around to different names
But the same, that every verse I spit is insane
Got more styles than any rapper in the game, 11 years and still
And get a couple hit records, make 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 they roaches, in my ashtray
burn slow, better pray like it's your last day
You lying to yourself, admit it
May not like the way I use it but you know you aint it boy
Do your research you make a claim so bogus
Thats pioneers in the game
the fame 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 platinum, 6 number 1s
So I can give a f-ck what you in ya first week
weak, softer than the Pillsbury dough boy
Don't make me expose the truth, a hoe boy
Don't make me get on Stomp shit 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 my rhymes, sometimes
But my fans know the because "My Chick Bad" went platinum still winning muthaf-cka

The nerve of you niggas man, you aint got medals on your jacket to address me boy
back in formation, y'all outta line
I was not to kill a mosquito 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 going on twitter and shit
say it to my face