Luyện nghe bài hát Don Queen (Don Q Diss)

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

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

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

Just to keep it real, I'm only doin' this with you once
You know, I.... I hope, I hope you enjoyed this shit
I hope, I hope you this as a blessing, you know?
This, this is a lot of pay-per-view time you're right now
I you not used to this, you a little frightened
But it's okay, my son, you know I still with you, nigga
And you know, I mean, at least off of this, at least the celebrities might your name 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