Luyện nghe bài hát Don Queen (Don Q Diss)

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

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

Uh, live from the DM, I'm at your BM
We which color casket you 'bout to leave in
I did this shit for no reason, I'm lettin' battle
But how did I get in this battle with A shadow?
Big Apple, New York City, to pity
How could I beef with a dude poppin' in four cities?
I made Forbes Diddys and sat top floors with 50s
And now I'm fully open, I play the on 'em
Call for squad, you rest, you get decimated
You lookin' like a Styles P nephew that never it
Forever hated on niggas like and me
'Cause we was poppin' in New and every hood that you see
The day you beat me be the day you see see
HOT 97 feedin' you more lovin' than they 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 and eat with the stars
It ain't really hard to out who I'm speakin' up for
Now my foot and knee in the door, let's talk about it, no walkin' out it
We to see Le'Quincy body with the chalk around it
I got the baggage
You drive a Jeep Wrangler, the edition, shit ain't even the full package
Someone tell I turn beef into mince meat
of the century, why did he go up against me?
I show niggas love and hatred niggas throw back
He tempted me but never had energy for Kodak
You paid DreamDoll for a feature to get the
And somehow you you fuckin' with me
The first night I seen I fucked her for free
And now you walk like somehow you got one up on me
Nigga please, your brother part
This found Soulja Boy's Gucci headband and wore it in his cover art
Why battle A Boogie's shadow?
Why battle A Boogie's shadow?
He ain't even a chapter, he ain't a factor
QP and Bubba way more money than him, they ain't even the rappers
It hurts when you kill a nigga you
Ironic that the salt thrown from the that's slugs
Chewin' these niggas with no
I got a message 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 worse is you it, still you go unprotected
You need to focus on a hit, need to go get a
See you can find a Don Q in the ho section
Go get injected with whatever medicine you need to up
'Cause them pills ain't workin' for time it flare up
Yuck, I'ma let you on that
I'm really that you think about your physical health
You'll never see your album on a physical shelf
beat your ass, whip your kid with the belt
You never it to sell
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, well my aim is mental, it
My mood I showed y'all fuck 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 it would pop and that the shit would be live
Hurts that you had to my nigga a lie
'Cause that mixtape flopped and so did other five
Put the gun aside, my nigga, you ain't the one to
Big guns, nigga, you got for a 22
gotta keep a gun on his waist
'Cause you lil' niggas scared to get in your face
said it best, Quincy made his bed to rest
Invest in a better
Better for my case, these bullets rather hit your than chest
Quit like you the mob
You play Gianni
But you got ran out of Amazura and
The Bridge is over, The Bridge is
I got an long clip that'll hit your soldiers
My hand shoot like 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 can put a hundred on his head
I made so much millis and of this bread
I can have the whole 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 from turnin'
And takin' L's right in front of her is what you tryna
All blood make me regurgitate
Don't let my Bronx niggas move and have to boost up the rate
But we're goin' here, I'll let you know I'm here
'Cause this record right here's 'bout to give you more shine A Boogie ever gave you in your whole career
I spit fire, you from the east of the Bronx, you just a Highbridge dick-rider
You mad at my nigga Mula 'cause his shit
I how it feels
Nah, I'm lyin', I don't know how it
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 this shit with you once
You know, I.... I hope, I hope you enjoyed this shit
I hope, I you take this as a blessing, you know?
This, this is a lot of 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 the celebrities might know your name now, you know?
Like... I hope I did for you
Oh, in other words too, you ugly, nigga
Wild ugly, nigga
You wild ugly,
Fuck outta