Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Bad

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

Now imagine a shorty, maybe five maybe four
Ridin' 'round with his mama listening to the
And a song on and a not far off from being born
Doesn't know the between right and wrong
Now I ain't trying to it too complex
But just say shorty has an undeveloped context
About the perception of women these
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 the word "bitch" with his mama comma
And because she's relatin' to herself, his most important source of
And health, he may skew respect for dishonour

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

Yeah, now imagine a group of little nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' listenin' to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if they have clearance
They understand the internet better than their
Now the internet, the content's probably uncensored
They're young, so they're malleable and unmentored
A complicated combination, maybe no relevance
Until that meets 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 they less concerned with him
And with the video girl acquiescent to his whims
Ah, the thickens
High heels, hair, fat booty, slim
check, I'm not trippin'
They see a paid actress, just what makes a bad bitch

bad, woman good
Lady better, misunderstood
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, rhymer, Lupe, is not usin' "bitch" as a lesson
But as a weapon
To set in your mind and really with your conceptions
Discretion's, reflections, it's misdirection
'Cause, while I was rappin' they was up fast
stepped 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 and she thinks she a bad bitch
He thinks disrespectfully, she of that sexually
She got the wrong idea, he don't fuck her
He she's bad at bein' a bitch, like his mother
Momma never dressed that, come out the house hot mess like that
Ass, titties, breasts like that, all out to impress like
Just that, you see the fruit of the confusion
He in a reality, she caught in an illusion
Bad mean good to her, she nice and smart
But bad bad to him, bitch don't play your part
But bitch bad to her if you say it the wrong way
But she think she a bitch, a double entendre

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

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