Luyện nghe bài hát Bada Boom

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

Counterfeit rappers say I'm stealing flows,
but I can't steal what you made up bitch
Y'all some duplicate rap cloning
I manufacture you hoes put on makeup Bitch

Let me explain, nothing's been new since Big Daddy
Flows get recycled passed around to different names
But what's the same, that verse I spit is insane
Got styles than any rapper in the game, 11 years and still counting
And ya'll get a couple hit records, make some noise and 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 they roaches, buried in my
Nigga burn slow, better pray like it's last day
You to yourself, just admit it
May not like the way I use it but you know you aint it boy
Do your research before you make a so bogus
Thats pioneers in the game
F-ck the fame but go ahead and get ya 5
Then you front line cadets can 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 speak about a
16 platinum, 6 number 1s
So I can give a f-ck what you sold in ya week
You's weak, softer than the Pillsbury boy
Don't make me the truth, you's 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 with my rhymes,
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 next time you nats got a real
Don't be a coward like a nigga that used to be signed to be on twitter rants and shit
say it to my face