Luyện nghe bài hát BAD BOY

This is L. Penny-Feather, and I am here in the heart of Times Square, New York City, and it is just bitch-assness everywhere I look. Up, down, and all around. I just seen about a dozen people walk by me that just had so much bitch-assness in them, it was ridiculous

Popcorn and are available by concessions stands outside. Get your popcorn.

Does this kid, really do that shit
Smoke!
Talk to motherfucker right here
Smoke, Smoke, Smoke, Smoke,
Yeah!

Someone might'a lit a inside the soul of me
Your shots just me, I'm standing, ain't put a hole in me
I to no one, nobody can get control of me
MGK stop trolling me, get over me
You be me, you're mad that you're not as big as me
I'm everywhere, I'm your nightmare, you get rid of me
Call a Uber, turn on the radio, mad hearing me
"Him & I's" on, mad you're listening to sing to me
Can't fuck with with so much negative energy
A pillar in game bruh, I'll be here until infinity
Ask why am I entertaining a mini-me?
You're so below my class, you're reaching, you're not me
I headline arenas, and all of my shits go
You never seen a plaque and your shit did thirty thousand
It's not a competition, I'd you if I start braggin'
in culture, no one gives a fuck about him
You got both of my numbers, all this time, you never the boy
I'm headlining, you opening up for Fall Out Boy
Don't play my name, you fucker, I said it's not a toy
her again, I'll smack you, I'm not a boy
Opened up my savage, usually I don't do shit
I got too much time, let's be honest, and let's get to this shit
last joint was six years ago
It's a miracle that Flex found you worth it enough to even hear you
But I guess you both have something in common, though
You got your spot tooken from you, mad about it so
Yeah, that's why it might sting, but I'm the fucking
Breakfast Club at 105, it's keeping New York's shit
We did like 30 together out in Europe
You mugged me, but you never spoke, you tried to square up
Until that night in Finland, I said we got shit to up
You got and you almost start to tear up
You told me how you fucked me, and you ain't have no problems
I said it's all love, happened we forgot it (Fuckin' punk)
And then you flip-floppin' all year, talkin' me
You talked behind my back, this whole you never called me (Be a man, motherfucker)
So why you actin' extra tough? Keep it lit, it's just a
Why's it me and not you that's sittin' ringside next to
I ain't want to bring up, but respect to the OG
But don't ever cross the again, fuck, you don't know me
Honestly, what's up with you? This is nothing new
Jealous, actin' petty, guess I make you
Bad Boy you like a family you're adopted to
You're signed to him, tell me why doesn't Puff fuck you
Numbers lie, I don't either, hear your bullshit through the speaker
You are such a fucking joke, I ain't to do this ether
You must hate yourself, I don't understand your
Ironic this what's happening the night that dissed you
you, bitch