Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies Night (not Tonight Remix)

(with Missy, Angie Martinez, Da Brat, Eye)
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Uhh, here's another one, and one

Lil' Kim, the Bee
Verse One: Angie Martinez, Kim
It's night what, it must be Angie on the mic
The Butter P got the sugar got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes
Yo I just made this motherfucker up last
And uhh... I'm the rookie on this 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 your
Pack em the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french kiss sound*
I dismissed all you split six from the four-fifth
you dance, ooowwww
I focused, in the dopest
Like a with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And this, I ain't lye-in
tryin to knock me off, keep tryin
All it takes is one phone to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack
Set It Off with the
Y'all the buck, with the fuck
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya
the rap Mae West to Q-B
And I got all my sisters me

Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is
Oh is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is
Oh this is night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Verse Two: 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
no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin gets my rock on
From flavors frozen at Paradise joint
Booty shakin with the glass in my one
Right hand step-son
To me my girls is fancy fly
Too my niggaz snitches, to them other chicos
Lady ain't havin that shit
If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick
a bell ringer
Lay finger on this big bad one miss lady rap singer
I be the one to as the flames keep risin
To the top and it stop

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

Verse Four:
Aiyyo Kim, heheh, ?
I ain't even gon' leave without sayin sun'un on track
You ain't gonna use me to be singin hooks
What I like?
LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
Check it out, uh huh,
Oh what a
You should be like Missy 'stead of like Mike
I like to pony's instead of ridin bikes
Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to
I gotta a flight
Aheheh, three and shit
Niggaz can't see us Elektra to Undeas
Aaaaoooowwww niggaz be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh
*ladies night, night...*
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