Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Bad

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

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

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

Yeah, now a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' videos to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if they parental clearance
They understand the internet better than their
Now being the internet, the content's probably
They're young, so they're malleable and unmentored
A complicated combination, maybe with no
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 say that they less concerned with him
And more with the video girl to his whims
Ah, the thickens
heels, long hair, fat booty, slim
Reality check, I'm not
They don't see a paid actress, 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 killin' 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 and really mess with your conceptions
Discretion's, reflections, it's clever
'Cause, I was rappin' they was growin' up fast
Nobody in to ever slow 'em up, gasp
enough, in this little world
The little boy one of those little girls
And he thinks she a bad and she thinks she a bad bitch
He thinks disrespectfully, she thinks of 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 like that, come out the hot mess like that
Ass, titties, breasts that, all out to impress like that
Just that, you see the fruit of the confusion
He caught in a reality, she caught in an
Bad mean good to her, she nice and smart
But bad mean bad to him, bitch play your part
But bitch bad to her if you say it the wrong way
But she she a bitch, what a double entendre

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

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