Luyện nghe bài hát Bada Boom

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

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

Let me explain, nothing's been new since Big Daddy
Flows will get passed around to different names
But what's the same, that every verse I spit is
Got more styles than any rapper in the game, 11 years and still
And ya'll get a couple hit records, make some and have the nerve to start shouting
Who's gassing 'em, they blowing smoke up ass, you fired up but I'm just puff puff passin' 'em
Until they roaches, buried in my
burn slow, better pray like it's your last day
You lying to yourself, just it
May not the way I use it but you know you aint invent it boy
Do your research before you make a so bogus
disrespecting pioneers in the game
F-ck the fame but go ahead and get ya 5
you front line cadets can report to your lieutenants (sir, yes sir)
See I'm ya past, I'm ya and ya present
So watch ya f-cking when you speak about a legend
16 platinum, 6 number 1s
So I can give a f-ck what you sold in ya first
You's weak, softer than the Pillsbury 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 aint even in my f-cking tax bracket
Why am I my time
Yeah I admit I get a little with 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 enough on your jacket to address me boy
Fall back in formation, y'all line
I was told not to kill a mosquito 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