Luyện nghe bài hát Bada Boom

Big Bada boom, in this bitch
P-ssy niggas clear the
I came through the door, I said it
I'm the in this bitch and you niggas all hoes

rappers say I'm stealing their flows,
but I can't what you never made up bitch
Y'all some duplicate rap niggas
I manufacture you hoes put on your Bitch

Let me explain, nothing's been new since Big Kane
Flows will get recycled around to different names
But what's the same, that every I spit is insane
Got styles than any rapper in the game, 11 years and still counting
And ya'll get a couple hit records, some noise and have the nerve to start shouting
Who's gassing 'em, blowing smoke up your ass, you fired up but I'm just puff puff passin' 'em
they roaches, buried in my ashtray
Nigga burn slow, better pray like your last day
You to yourself, just admit it
May not like the way I use it but you know you aint it boy
Do your research before you a claim so bogus
disrespecting pioneers in the game
F-ck the fame but go ahead and get ya 5
you front line cadets can report to your lieutenants (sir, yes sir)
See I'm ya past, I'm ya future and ya
So watch ya f-cking when you speak about a legend
16 times platinum, 6 1s
So I can give a f-ck what you in ya first week
You's weak, than the Pillsbury dough boy
Don't me expose the truth, you's a hoe boy
Don't make me get on that Stomp shit and get at it
You rappers aint even in my tax bracket
Why am I wasting my
Yeah I admit I get a little Ludacris my rhymes, sometimes
But my fans know the because "My Chick Bad" went platinum still winning muthaf-cka

The nerve of you man, you aint got enough medals on your jacket to address me boy
Fall back in formation, outta line
I was not to kill a mosquito with a cannon
So the time you nats got a real problem
Don't be a coward like a nigga that used to be signed to be going on rants and shit
say it to my face