Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies Night (not Tonight Remix)

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

Lil' Kim, the Bee
Verse Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim
It's ladies what, it must be Angie on the mic
The Butter P got the sugar got the spice
Roll the L's tight, the rhymes right
Yo I just made this motherfucker up last
And uhh... I'm the rookie on all-star team
Me and Kim is gettin cream, like and Louise
but on chrome, never that Brooklyn shit alone
So if you say on then it's on
Bang this in your
Pack em the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a kiss *kissing sound*
I dismissed all you chicks six from the four-fifth
Make you dance,
I focused, in the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just
And toke this, I ain't
Niggaz 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
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 sisters me

Oh this is night, and our rhymes is tight
Oh this is ladies night, oh 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, never the one, a gun
Got some raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat
I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, with
back up on the right path
Ain't no me ladies from club hoppin gets my rock on
From flavors frozen at Paradise joint
Booty with the glass in my left 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 cash to stash, suck my dick
a bell ringer
Lay another on this big bad one miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the keep risin
To the top and it don't

Verse Three: Da
Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopest
Approachin good intentions but focusin on they riches
If it's, too hot get the fuck up out the kitchen
Niggaz dicks, stay when they thinkin of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle them arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger
Bitches bust, we just, kickin up dust
And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me you lovin me
phony niggaz be buggin, I can tell
cause the thug in me sell drugs and push keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and
Smoke from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
Fuck the police keep my 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 Missy
Kim, heheh, yaknowhatI'msayin ?
I ain't even leave without sayin sun'un on this track
You gonna use me to just be singin hooks
What I like?
Patti LaBelle or nigga? Heheh
it out, uh huh, yeah
Oh a night
You should be like Missy 'stead of bein Mike
I like to ride pony's instead of ridin
Me and Kim got the rhymes to incite
I gotta catch a
Aheheh, three and shit
Niggaz can't see us from to Undeas
niggaz wanna be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh
*ladies night, night...*
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