Luyện nghe bài hát Bada Boom

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

Counterfeit rappers say I'm stealing flows,
but I steal what you never made up bitch
Y'all some duplicate rap cloning
I manufacture you put on your makeup Bitch

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

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