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

Uh, live from the DM, I'm hollerin' at BM
We discussin' which color casket you 'bout to 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 with Diddys and sat top 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 P nephew that never made it
Forever hated on niggas 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 more lovin' than feed me
let these niggas gas you on that podcast and CC
Highbridge, the Label, but one of y'all on TV
one of y'all'll see awards 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 'bout to see body with the chalk around it
I got the full
You drive a Jeep Wrangler, the basic edition, shit even the full package
Someone tell I turn beef into mince meat
Hottest of the century, why did he go up me?
I show love and hatred niggas wanna throw back
He tempted me but never had energy for Kodak
You paid for a feature to get the pussy
And somehow you think you with me
The first night I seen I fucked her for free
And now you around like somehow you got one up on me
Nigga please, your brother part
This nigga found Soulja Boy's Gucci headband and wore it in his art
Why battle with A shadow?
Why with A Boogie's shadow?
He ain't even a chapter, he ain't even a
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 the niggas that's slugs
Chewin' these niggas no ingestion
I got a real message for my brother Quincy, my nigga, it's time to go get
It's a hoes in Starlets I know you infected
You really out here fuckin' raw with a scrotum
And what's worse is you know it, 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 nigga
Go get injected with whatever medicine you need to up
'Cause them pills workin' for every time it flare up
Yuck, let you breathe on that
I'm beggin' that you think about your physical health
never see your fuckin' album on a physical shelf
I'll your 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 baby mama 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 I showed y'all fuck it
My dick, I told y'all suck it
I'll punch your fat ass in 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 shit be live
Hurts you had to tell my nigga a lie
'Cause that mixtape flopped and so did your other
Put the gun aside, my nigga, you the one to shoot
Big guns, nigga, you got for a 22
Pussy gotta keep a gun on his
'Cause you niggas scared to get punched in your face
Jada said it best, 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 tryna Gianni
But you got ran out of Amazura and
The is over, The Bridge is over
I got an extra long clip that'll hit soldiers
My hand shoot like hit his head and shoulders
send his nine year old a Barbie just to send condolence
Uh, not the on the head
40 minutes on stage can put a hundred on his
I made so much and hundreds of this bread
I can the whole Highbridge comin' for his head
Top floor, Glock's stocked in the top by the 38
Bound to Le'Quincy Anderson up to the pearly gates
Your daughter just came from eight
And takin' L's in front of her is what you tryna perpetrate?
All this blood me regurgitate
Don't let my Bronx move and have to boost up the murder rate
But since we're goin' here, 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 just a 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 that everywhere I go a nigga know I'm s'posed to be real
And I don't how exposin' me feel, fuck nigga

Just to keep it real, I'm doin' this shit 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 time you're gettin' right now
I know you not used to this, you a frightened
But it's okay, my son, you know I still fuck with you,
And you know, I mean, at least off of this, at least the celebrities might know your name now, you
Like... I hope I did for you
Oh, in other words too, you ugly, nigga
Wild ugly, nigga
You wild ugly,
Fuck here