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...
Who's

Yo, we only doin' this once
It get real frightening, you
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 hollerin' at 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 battle with A Boogie's shadow?
Big Apple, New York City, to pity
How could I beef with a dude only poppin' in cities?
I made with Diddys and sat top floors with 50s
And now I'm fully open, I the bully on 'em
for your squad, you rest, you get decimated
You lookin' like a P nephew that never made it
Forever on niggas like Boogie and me
'Cause we was in New York and every hood that you see
The day you me will be the day you see see
HOT 97 feedin' you more than they feed me
Don't let niggas gas you on that podcast 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 in the door, let's talk about it, no walkin' out it
We 'bout to see Le'Quincy with the chalk around it
I got the baggage
You drive a Jeep Wrangler, the basic edition, shit even the full package
Someone tell Quincy I turn beef into mince
Hottest of the century, why did he go up me?
I show niggas love and hatred wanna throw back
He tempted me but never had this energy for
You paid DreamDoll for a to get the pussy
And somehow you think you fuckin' me
The first night I seen DreamDoll I her for free
And now you walk around like 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 battle with A shadow?
Why with A Boogie's shadow?
He ain't even a chapter, he even a factor
QP and Bubba touchin' way more money than him, they ain't the rappers
It hurts when you kill a nigga you
Ironic that the salt thrown from the niggas that's
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 couple hoes in Starlets I know you
You really out here fuckin' raw with a 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 nigga
Go get injected with whatever you need to clear up
'Cause them pills ain't workin' for every time it up
Yuck, let you breathe on that
I'm really beggin' that you think about physical health
You'll never see your fuckin' album on a shelf
I'll beat ass, whip your kid with the belt
You never it to sell
You're not a hustler, your daddy was a
I got the from your 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 mood I showed y'all fuck it
My dick, I done told y'all it
punch your fat ass in your stomach
And make in it go up it
You a tape for your nigga that died
You made a promise it would pop and that the would be live
that you had to tell my nigga a lie
'Cause 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 in your face
Jada said it best, Quincy his bed to rest
Invest in a vest
for my case, these bullets rather hit your head than chest
Quit actin' you the mob
You tryna play
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 like shampoo hit his and shoulders
I'll send his nine year old a Barbie just to send
Uh, not the money on the
40 on stage can put a hundred on his head
I made so millis and hundreds of this bread
I can have the whole Highbridge comin' for his
Top floor, Glock's stocked in the top by the 38
Bound to bring Le'Quincy Anderson up to the gates
daughter just came from turnin' eight
And takin' L's right in front of her is what you perpetrate?
All blood make me regurgitate
Don't let my Bronx niggas move and to boost up the murder rate
But since we're goin' here, I'll let you 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 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 that everywhere I go a 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 hope you this shit though
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 fuck with you, nigga
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 wild ugly,
fuckin' ugly, nigga
You wild ugly,
outta here