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

Uh, live the DM, I'm hollerin' at your BM
We which color casket you 'bout to leave in
I did this for no reason, I'm lettin' rookies battle
But how did I get in battle with A Boogie's shadow?
Big Apple, New York City, to pity
How could I beef with a dude poppin' in four cities?
I made Forbes with and sat top floors with 50s
And now I'm fully open, I play the on 'em
Call for your squad, you rest, you get
You lookin' like a P nephew that never made it
Forever hated on like Boogie and me
'Cause we was poppin' in New and every hood that you see
The day you me will be the day you see see
HOT 97 you more 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 and eat with the stars
It really hard to figure out who I'm speakin' up for
Now that my and knee in the door, let's talk about it, no walkin' out it
We 'bout to see body with the chalk around it
I got the baggage
You drive a Jeep Wrangler, the basic edition, shit ain't even the full
tell Quincy I turn beef into mince meat
Hottest of the century, why did he go up me?
I show niggas love and niggas wanna throw back
He me but never had this energy for Kodak
You paid DreamDoll for a to get the pussy
And somehow you you fuckin' with me
The night I seen DreamDoll I fucked her for free
And now you around like somehow you got one up on me
Nigga please, this your part
This nigga found Soulja Boy's headband and wore it in his cover art
Why with A Boogie's shadow?
Why battle A Boogie's shadow?
He ain't even a chapter, he ain't a factor
QP and Bubba touchin' way more money than him, they ain't even the
It hurts you kill a nigga you love
Ironic that the salt thrown the niggas that's slugs
Chewin' niggas with no ingestion
I got a real message for my brother Quincy, my nigga, time to go get tested
It's a hoes in Starlets I know you infected
You really out here fuckin' raw with a scrotum
And what's is you know it, still you go unprotected
You to focus on a hit, need to go get a record
See you can a Don Q in the ho nigga section
Go get injected with whatever medicine you to clear up
'Cause pills ain't workin' for every time it flare up
Yuck, I'ma let you breathe on
I'm really that you think about your physical health
You'll never see your album on a physical shelf
I'll beat your ass, whip your kid the belt
You never it to sell
not a hustler, your daddy was a customer
I got the info from baby mama playin' nympho
You drive a foreign but them 25 hundred hosts ain't enough for you to pay those rentals
You a shameless mental, my aim is mental, fuck it
My whole I showed y'all fuck it
My dick, I told y'all suck it
I'll your fat ass in your stomach
And make in it go up it
You wrote a tape for nigga that died
You made a promise it would pop and that the shit would be
Hurts that you had to tell my a lie
that mixtape flopped and so did your other five
Put the gun aside, my nigga, you the one to shoot
Big guns, nigga, you got for a 22
Pussy keep a gun on his waist
'Cause you lil' niggas scared to get punched in your
Jada it best, Quincy made his bed to rest
Invest in a vest
Better for my case, these bullets rather hit your than chest
Quit like you the mob
You tryna Gianni
But you got ran out of and Avianne
The Bridge is over, The is over
I got an extra clip that'll hit your soldiers
My hand shoot like shampoo hit his head and
I'll send his nine year old a Barbie to send condolence
Uh, not the money on the
40 minutes on can put a hundred on his head
I made so much and hundreds of this bread
I can have the whole Highbridge for his head
Top floor, stocked in the top drawer by the 38
Bound to bring Le'Quincy Anderson up to the gates
Your just came from turnin' eight
And takin' L's right in front of her is what you tryna
All blood make me regurgitate
Don't let my Bronx niggas and have to boost up the murder rate
But since goin' here, I'll let you know I'm here
'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 a Highbridge dick-rider
You mad at my nigga Mula 'cause his hotter
I know how it
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 don't know how exposin' me feel, nigga

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