Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies Night (not Tonight Remix)

(with Missy, Martinez, Da Brat, Left Eye)
{dice
Uhh thrown} yeah
Uhh, another one, and another one

Lil' Kim, the Bee
One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim
It's ladies what, it must be Angie on the mic
The Butter P got the sugar got the spice
the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo I just made this up last night
And uhh... I'm the rookie on this team
Me and Kim is cream, like Thelma and Louise
but on chrome, never leave that Brooklyn alone
So if you say it's on it's on
this in your whips
Pack em call the roadie the chips in the wrists
a french kiss *kissing sound*
I dismissed all you split six from the four-fifth
you dance, ooowwww
I stay focused, in the
Like a penny a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And toke this, I lye-in
Niggaz to knock me off, keep tryin
All it is one phone call to my street team
Promote ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
Set It Off with the
missin the buck, with the fuck
Bump Biggie in the and the buck to my thorough bitches
Lemme see ya do tha if ya richest
the rap Mae West to Q-B
And I got all my with me

Oh this is ladies night, and our is tight
Oh this is night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Oh is ladies night, and the feel is right
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh a night)
Verse Two: Eye
Uhh, the one, packin a gun
Got some other raw for that, lay your ass flat
I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, laughs
back up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin me ladies from club gets my rock on
flavors still frozen at Paradise joint
Booty with the glass in my left one
Right hand sayin
To me my is fancy fly bitches
Too my niggaz straight snitches, to them chicos
pimp ain't havin that shit
If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my hoes
Strictly a bell
Lay finger on this big bad one miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames risin
To the top and it stop

Verse Three: Da
Y'all see, how bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopest bitches
Approachin with 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
Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle them like
Fillin em with, sluggers off the milli luger click
Bitches bust, we just, kickin up dust
And you can spread shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me
Playa niggaz be buggin, I can tell
cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and
Smoke weed from overseas out styled Rol-eys
Fuck the police keep my wallet
Who the, Windy City woman still comin and gunnin
Straight the Chi
Tonight's the night for all the ladies, get high!

Verse Missy
Aiyyo Kim, heheh, ?
I even gon' leave without sayin sun'un on this track
You ain't gonna use me to be singin hooks
What I look
Patti 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 Kim got the rhymes to incite
I gotta catch a
Aheheh, three and shit
Niggaz can't see us from Elektra to
Aaaaoooowwww niggaz be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh
*ladies night, night...*
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