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 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 ridiculous

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

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

Someone might'a lit a fire the soul 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 stop me, get over me
You wanna be me, mad that you're not as big as me
I'm everywhere, I'm nightmare, you can't get rid of me
a Uber, turn on the radio, mad you're hearing me
"Him & I's" on, mad you're listening to Halsey to me
Can't fuck with with so much negative energy
A in this game bruh, I'll be here until infinity
Ask myself why am I a mini-me?
You're so below my class, you're reaching, not offending me
I headline arenas, and all of my shits go
You never seen a plaque and your shit did thirty thousand
not a competition, I'd hurt you if I start braggin'
Irrelevant in culture, no one gives a about him
You got of my numbers, all this time, you never called the boy
I'm headlining, heard you up for Fall Out Boy
play with my name, you fucker, I said it's not a toy
Disrespect her again, smack you, I'm not a boy
Opened up my savage, usually I don't do this
I don't got too much time, let's be honest, and let's get to this
Your last was six years ago
It's a that Flex found you worth it enough to even hear you flow
But I guess you both 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 hive
Breakfast Club at 105, it's New York's shit alive
We did 30 shows together out in Europe
You mugged me, but you never spoke, you never tried to up
Until that night in Finland, I said we got to clear up
You got sentimental and you start to tear up
You told me how you fucked with me, and you ain't no problems
I said it's all love, happened we forgot it (Fuckin' punk)
And you flip-floppin' all year, talkin' 'bout me
You talked behind my back, this time you never called me (Be a man, motherfucker)
So why you actin' extra Keep it lit, it's just a bluff
Why's it me and not you sittin' ringside next to Puff?
I ain't want to bring this up, but to the OG
But don't ever the line again, fuck, you don't know me
Honestly, up with you? This behavior is nothing new
Jealous, actin' petty, guess I you uncomfortable
Bad Boy treats you like a family you're to
signed to him, tell me why doesn't Puff fuck with you
Numbers don't lie, I don't either, hear bullshit through the speaker
You are such a joke, I ain't want to do this ether
You must yourself, I don't understand your issue
Ironic this what's happening the night Eminem dissed you
Fuck you,