Luyện nghe bài hát Don Queen (Don Q Diss)

[Skit: Nicki Minaj & Flex]
—Don't gotta do
And Don Q
that?
Yeah, yeah, they was—they...
that?

Yo, we doin' this shit once
It get frightening, you know?
I get real disrespectful niggas get neglectful of what we do over here
Highbridge stand the fuck up,
Canada!

Uh, live from the DM, I'm at your BM
We discussin' color casket you 'bout to leave in
I did this shit for no reason, I'm rookies battle
But how did I get in this battle with A shadow?
Big Apple, New York City, more to
How could I beef with a dude only poppin' in four
I made Forbes Diddys and sat top floors with 50s
And now I'm open, I play the bully on 'em
Call for your squad, you rest, you get
You lookin' like a Styles P that never made it
Forever hated on like Boogie and me
'Cause we was poppin' in New York and hood that you see
The day you beat me be the day you see see
HOT 97 feedin' you lovin' than they feed me
Don't let niggas gas you on that podcast and CC
Highbridge, the Label, but only one of on TV
Only one of y'all'll see awards and eat the stars
It ain't really hard to figure out who I'm up for
Now that my foot and knee in the door, talk about it, no walkin' out it
We 'bout to see Le'Quincy with the chalk around it
I got the full
You drive a Jeep Wrangler, the basic edition, ain't even the full package
Someone tell Quincy I turn beef mince meat
of the century, why did he go up against me?
I show niggas love and hatred niggas wanna back
He me but never had this energy for Kodak
You DreamDoll for a feature to get the pussy
And somehow you think you with me
The night I seen DreamDoll I fucked her for free
And now you walk like somehow you got one up on me
please, this your brother part
This nigga found Soulja Gucci headband and wore it in his cover art
Why battle A Boogie's shadow?
Why with A Boogie's shadow?
He ain't a chapter, he ain't even a factor
QP and Bubba touchin' way more money than him, they ain't even the
It hurts when you a nigga you love
Ironic that the salt thrown from the niggas slugs
Chewin' niggas with no ingestion
I got a real message for my Quincy, my nigga, it's time to go get tested
It's a couple hoes in Starlets I you infected
You really out here raw with a scrotum infection
And what's worse is you know it, still you go
You need to on a hit, need to go get a record
See you can a Don Q in the ho nigga section
Go get injected whatever medicine you need to clear up
'Cause them pills ain't for every time it flare up
Yuck, I'ma let you on that
I'm really beggin' that you about your physical health
You'll never see your album on a physical shelf
I'll beat your ass, whip kid with the belt
You never flipped it to
You're not a hustler, your was a customer
I got the info from your baby mama nympho
You drive a foreign but them 25 hundred dollar hosts enough for you to pay those rentals
You a mental, well my aim is mental, fuck it
My whole mood I showed y'all it
My dick, I told y'all suck it
punch your fat ass in your stomach
And everything in it go up it
You wrote a tape for nigga that died
You made a promise it pop and that the shit would be live
that you had to tell my nigga a lie
'Cause that mixtape flopped and so did your five
Put the gun aside, my nigga, you ain't the one to
Big guns, nigga, you got for a 22
Pussy gotta a gun on his waist
'Cause you lil' scared to get punched in your face
Jada it best, Quincy made his bed to rest
in a better vest
Better for my case, these bullets rather hit head than chest
Quit like you the mob
You play Gianni
But you got ran out of and Avianne
The is over, The Bridge is over
I got an long clip that'll hit your soldiers
My hand shoot shampoo hit his head and shoulders
send his nine year old a Barbie just to send condolence
Uh, not the money on the
40 minutes on stage can put a on his head
I made so much millis and of this bread
I can the whole Highbridge comin' for his head
Top floor, stocked in the top drawer by the 38
Bound to Le'Quincy Anderson up to the pearly gates
Your daughter just came turnin' eight
And takin' L's right in front of her is what you perpetrate?
All this blood make me
Don't let my Bronx move and have to boost up the murder rate
But since we're goin' here, I'll let you know I'm
'Cause this record here's 'bout to give you more shine than A Boogie ever gave you in your whole career
I spit fire, you from the east side of the Bronx, you just a dick-rider
You mad at my nigga Mula 'cause his hotter
I how it feels
Nah, I'm lyin', I know how it feels
I just know everywhere I go a nigga know I'm s'posed to be real
And I know how exposin' me feel, fuck nigga

Just to keep it real, I'm only doin' this shit with you
You know, I.... I hope, I you enjoyed this shit though
I hope, I hope you take as a blessing, you know?
This, is a lot of pay-per-view time you're gettin' right now
I know you not to this, you a little frightened
But it's okay, my son, you I still fuck with you, nigga
And you know, I mean, at least off of this, at least the celebrities might know your now, you know?
Like... I hope I did for you
Oh, in other too, you wild ugly, nigga
fuckin' ugly, nigga
You wild ugly,
outta here