Luyện nghe bài hát Bada Boom

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

Counterfeit rappers say I'm their flows,
but I can't steal what you never made up
Y'all some duplicate rap niggas
I manufacture you put on your makeup Bitch

Let me explain, nothing's been new Big Daddy Kane
Flows get recycled passed around to different names
But what's the same, that every verse I spit is
Got more styles than any in the game, 11 years and still 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 puff puff passin' 'em
Until roaches, buried in my ashtray
Nigga burn slow, better pray like your last day
You lying to yourself, admit it
May not the way I use it but you know you aint invent it boy
Do your research before you make a claim so
disrespecting pioneers in the game
F-ck the but go ahead and get ya 5 minutes
Then you line cadets can report to your lieutenants (sir, yes sir)
See I'm ya past, I'm ya future and ya
So watch ya f-cking mouth when you about a legend
16 times platinum, 6 1s
So I can give a f-ck what you sold in ya week
You's weak, than the Pillsbury dough boy
Don't me expose the truth, you's a hoe boy
Don't make me get on that shit and get back at it
You rappers even in my f-cking tax bracket
Why am I my time
Yeah I I get a little Ludacris with my rhymes, sometimes
But my fans know the difference because "My Chick Bad" went platinum winning muthaf-cka

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