Luyện nghe bài hát Bada Boom

Big Bada boom, Luda's in bitch
niggas clear the room
I through the door, I said it before
I'm the truth in bitch and you niggas all hoes

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

Let me explain, nothing's new since Big Daddy Kane
Flows will get passed around to different names
But what's the same, that every verse I spit is
Got styles than any rapper 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 'em, they blowing 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 like it's your last day
You lying to yourself, admit it
May not like the way I use it but you know you invent it boy
Do your research before you a claim so bogus
Thats disrespecting pioneers in the
F-ck the but go ahead and get ya 5 minutes
Then you front 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 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, than the Pillsbury dough boy
make me expose the truth, you's a hoe boy
Don't make me get on that shit and get back at it
You aint even in my f-cking tax bracket
Why am I wasting my
Yeah I I get a little Ludacris with my rhymes, sometimes
But my fans know the difference because "My Chick Bad" went platinum still muthaf-cka

The nerve of you niggas man, you aint got medals on your jacket to address me boy
Fall back in formation, y'all outta
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 going on rants and shit
Nigga say it to my