Luyện nghe bài hát B*tch Bad

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

Now imagine 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 between right and wrong
Now I ain't to make it too complex
But let's just say has an undeveloped context
About the perception of women these
His mama sings and this what she says
"Niggas, I'm a bad bitch, and I'm that
that's far above average"
And maybe other rhyming like cabbage and savage
And baby and other things that match it
of things are happenin' here
First he's relatin' the word "bitch" his mama comma
And she's relatin' to herself, his most important source of help
And health, he may skew respect for dishonor

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

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

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

Disclaimer, this rhymer, Lupe, is not "bitch" as a lesson
But as a psychological
To set in your mind and mess with your conceptions
Discretion's, reflections, it's clever
'Cause, while I was they was growin' up fast
Nobody stepped in to ever 'em up, gasp
Sure enough, in little world
The little boy meets one of little girls
And he thinks she a bad bitch and she thinks she a bad
He thinks disrespectfully, she of that sexually
She got the wrong idea, he don't wanna her
He think she's bad at bein' a bitch, like his
Momma never dressed like that, come out the hot mess like that
Ass, titties, breasts like that, all out to like that
Just that, you see the fruit of the confusion
He in a reality, she caught in an illusion
Bad mean good to her, she really and smart
But bad mean bad to him, bitch don't your part
But still bad to her if you say it the wrong 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 these bitches)
bad, woman good
Lady better, misunderstood
(I'm these bitches)

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