Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies Night (not Tonight Remix)

(with Missy, Angie Martinez, Da Brat, Eye)
shakin}
Uhh {dice yeah
Uhh, here's another one, and one

Lil' Kim, the Bee
One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim
It's ladies night what, it be Angie on the mic
The P honey got the sugar got the spice
the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo I just made this motherfucker up night
And uhh... I'm the on this all-star team
Me and Kim is gettin cream, like Thelma and
but on chrome, never that Brooklyn shit alone
So if you say it's on it's on
Bang this in whips
Pack em call the roadie the chips in the wrists
Here's a french *kissing sound*
I all you chicks split six from the four-fifth
Make you dance,
I stay focused, in the
Like a with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And this, I ain't lye-in
Niggaz tryin to me off, keep tryin
All it takes is one phone call to my street
that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
Set It Off the eighty-fitay
Y'all missin the buck, the fuck
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough
Lemme see ya do tha if ya richest
It's the rap Mae to Q-B
And I got all my sisters me

Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is
Oh this is ladies night, oh a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is night, and the feel is right
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh a night)
Two: Left Eye
Uhh, never the one, a gun
Got some raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat
I be the one ya paragraphs, with laughs
Getcha up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin me ladies club hoppin gets my rock on
From flavors still frozen at Paradise
Booty shakin with the glass in my one
Right hand sayin
To me my girls is fancy fly
Too my niggaz straight snitches, to them other
Lady ain't havin that shit
If you ain't got the to stash, suck my dick hoes
a bell ringer
Lay another finger on this big bad one miss lady rap
I be the one to blame as the keep risin
To the top and it stop

Verse Da Brat
Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to the dopest bitches
Approachin with good intentions but on they riches
If it's, too hot then get the up out the kitchen
Niggaz dicks, stay lifted when thinkin of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle them arithe-ma-tic
em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger click
Bitches bust, we just, keep up dust
And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head
Humor me, by me sayin you lovin me
Playa phony be buggin, I can tell
cause the thug in me wanna sell and push keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, and M3's
Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled
Fuck the keep my wallet obese
Who the, Windy City woman still comin and gunnin
from the Chi
Tonight's the night for all the ladies, get high!

Verse Missy
Aiyyo Kim, heheh, ?
I ain't gon' leave without sayin sun'un on this track
You ain't gonna use me to be singin hooks
I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga?
it out, uh huh, yeah
Oh what a
You should be like Missy 'stead of bein like
I like to ride pony's instead of bikes
Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to
I gotta a flight
Aheheh, round and shit
Niggaz can't see us from Elektra to
niggaz wanna be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh
night, ladies night...*
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