Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies Night (not Tonight Remix)

(with Missy, Martinez, Da Brat, Left Eye)
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Uhh, another one, and another one

Lil' Kim, the Bee
One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim
It's ladies night what, it must be on the mic
The P honey got the sugar got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes
Yo I just made this up last night
And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star
Me and Kim is gettin cream, Thelma and Louise
but on chrome, never leave that Brooklyn alone
So if you say it's on then on
this in your whips
Pack em call the roadie with the in the wrists
Here's a kiss *kissing sound*
I dismissed all you chicks split six the four-fifth
you dance, ooowwww
I focused, in the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just
And toke this, I lye-in
Niggaz tryin to 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 the eighty-fitay
Y'all missin the buck, the fuck
Bump in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitches
see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae to Q-B
And I got all my with me

Oh is ladies 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 Left Eye
Uhh, the one, packin a gun
Got some raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat
I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, with
Getcha back up on the path
Ain't no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin my rock on
From flavors still at Paradise joint
Booty with the glass in my left one
Right sayin step-son
To me my girls is fly bitches
Too my straight snitches, to them other chicos
Lady pimp ain't havin shit
If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my hoes
a bell ringer
Lay another finger on this big bad one lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the keep risin
To the top and it stop

Verse Da Brat
see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopest bitches
Approachin with good intentions but focusin on they
If it's, too hot then get the fuck up out the
Niggaz dicks, stay when they thinkin of me
Cause the I kick, puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, off the nine milli luger click
Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin up
And you can spread rumors shit is me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by me sayin you lovin me
Playa niggaz be buggin, I can tell
cause the thug in me wanna sell and push keys
to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's
Smoke weed from pimped out styled Rol-eys
Fuck the police keep my 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
Kim, heheh, yaknowhatI'msayin ?
I ain't even gon' leave without sayin on this track
You ain't use me to just be singin hooks
I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga?
it out, uh huh, yeah
Oh a night
You should be like Missy 'stead of like Mike
I like to ride pony's instead of ridin
Me and Kim got the rhymes to incite
I gotta a flight
Aheheh, three and shit
Niggaz can't see us Elektra to Undeas
niggaz wanna be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh
*ladies night, night...*
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