Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Bad

Yeah, I say
Bitch bad, woman good, better
Hey, hey
Hey, hey

Now there's a shorty, maybe five maybe four
Ridin' 'round with his listening to the radio
And a song on and a not far off from being born
Doesn't know the difference between right and
Now I ain't trying to make it too
But just say shorty has an undeveloped context
About the perception of these days
His mama sings along and this what she
"Niggas, I'm a bad bitch, and I'm bitch
Something far above average"
And maybe other rhyming words like cabbage and
And baby carriage and other that match it
Couple of are happenin' here
First he's relatin' the word "bitch" with his comma
And because she's to herself, his most important source of help
And mental health, he may skew for dishonour

bad, woman good
Lady better, they
(I'm killin' bitches) Uh, tell 'em
bad, woman good
Lady better, they
misunderstood (I'm killin' these bitches)

Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls through twelve
On the watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
It doesn't really if they have parental clearance
They understand the internet better than parents
Now being the internet, the content's probably
They're young, so malleable and probably unmentored
A complicated combination, with no relevance
Until that intelligence their favourite singer's preference
"Bad bitches, bad bitches, bad
That's all I want and all I in life is bad bitches, bad bitches"
Now let's say that less concerned with him
And more with the girl acquiescent to his whims
Ah, the thickens
heels, long hair, fat booty, slim
Reality check, I'm not
They see a paid actress, just what makes a bad bitch

Bitch bad, good
Lady better, they
I say, I say, I say, I say, I say, I say (I'm these bitches)
bad, woman good
Lady better, they
(I'm these bitches)

Disclaimer, this rhymer, Lupe, is not "bitch" as a lesson
But as a weapon
To set in your mind and really mess your conceptions
Discretion's, reflections, it's misdirection
'Cause, while I was rappin' they was growin' up
Nobody in to ever slow 'em up, gasp
Sure enough, in little world
The little boy meets one of those girls
And he thinks she a bad bitch and she thinks she a bad
He thinks disrespectfully, she thinks of that
She got the wrong idea, he don't wanna her
He think she's bad at bein' a bitch, his mother
never dressed like that, come out the house hot mess like that
Ass, titties, breasts that, all out to impress like that
Just like that, you see the fruit of the
He in a reality, she caught in an illusion
Bad good to her, she really nice and smart
But bad mean bad to him, bitch play your part
But bitch still bad to her if you say it the way
But she think she a bitch, what a double

bad, woman good
Lady better, they
I say, I say, I say, I say, I say, I say (I'm killin' bitches)
Bitch bad, good
Lady better, they
(I'm these bitches)

Bitch bad, woman good, lady
They
You're misunderstood (I'm killin' bitches)
Bitch bad, woman good, better
Greatest mother hood (I'm killin' bitches)