Luyện nghe bài hát Bada Boom

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

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

Let me explain, been new since Big Daddy Kane
Flows will get recycled passed around to names
But what's the same, every verse I spit is insane
Got more styles than any in the game, 11 years and still counting
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 your ass, you fired up but I'm just puff passin' 'em
Until they roaches, in my ashtray
Nigga burn slow, pray like it's your last day
You lying to yourself, just it
May not like the way I use it but you know you invent it boy
Do your research before you make a so bogus
Thats disrespecting pioneers in the
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 future and ya
So watch ya f-cking mouth when you speak about a
16 times platinum, 6 1s
So I can give a f-ck what you sold in ya week
You's weak, softer the Pillsbury dough boy
Don't me expose the truth, you's a hoe boy
make me get on that Stomp shit and get back at it
You rappers aint even in my f-cking tax
Why am I wasting my
I admit I get a little Ludacris with my rhymes, sometimes
But my fans know the difference because "My Bad" went platinum still winning muthaf-cka

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