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 rampant 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

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

Someone might'a lit a fire inside the of me
Your shots just me, I'm standing, ain't put a hole in me
I answer to no one, can get control of me
MGK please trolling me, get over me
You wanna be me, 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 you're me
"Him & I's" on, mad you're listening to sing to me
Can't fuck with nobody with so much energy
A pillar in this game bruh, I'll be until infinity
Ask myself why am I entertaining a
You're so below my class, reaching, you're not offending me
I headline arenas, and all of my go platinum
You never a plaque and your last shit did thirty thousand
It's not a competition, I'd you if I start braggin'
Irrelevant in culture, no one a fuck about him
You got both of my numbers, all this time, you called the boy
I'm headlining, heard you up for Fall Out Boy
Don't play with my name, you fucker, I it's not a toy
Disrespect her again, I'll you, I'm not a boy
Opened up my savage, usually I don't do this
I don't got too time, let's be honest, and let's get to this shit
Your joint was six years ago
a miracle that Flex found you worth it enough to even hear you flow
But I guess you might have something in common, though
You got your spot from you, you're mad about it so
Yeah, that's why it might sting, but I'm the fucking
Club at 105, it's keeping New York's shit alive
We did like 30 shows together out in
You mugged me, but you spoke, you never 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 me how you fucked with me, and you ain't have no problems
I said all love, whatever happened we forgot it (Fuckin' punk)
And you flip-floppin' all year, talkin' 'bout me
You talked my back, this whole time 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 sittin' ringside next to Puff?
I ain't want to bring up, but respect to the OG
But don't ever cross the line again, fuck, you know me
Honestly, what's up you? This behavior is nothing new
Jealous, petty, guess I make you uncomfortable
Bad Boy treats you like a family you're to
You're signed to him, tell me why doesn't fuck with you
Numbers don't lie, I don't either, hear your bullshit through the
You are such a fucking joke, I want to do this ether
You hate yourself, I don't understand your issue
Ironic this what's the night that Eminem dissed you
Fuck you,