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
Verse Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim
It's ladies night what, it be Angie on the mic
The Butter P honey got the got the spice
Roll the L's tight, the rhymes right
Yo I made this motherfucker 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 that Brooklyn shit alone
So if you say it's on it's on
Bang this in whips
Pack em the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french *kissing sound*
I dismissed all you chicks split six from the
Make you dance,
I focused, in the dopest
a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And toke this, I lye-in
tryin to knock 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
missin the buck, with the fuck
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my 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 what a (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the 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 other raw chicks for that, lay your ass
I be the one ya paragraphs, with laughs
Getcha back up on the right
Ain't no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin my rock on
From flavors frozen at Paradise joint
Booty with the glass in my left one
Right hand step-son
To me my girls is fly bitches
Too my niggaz straight snitches, to other chicos
pimp ain't havin that shit
If you ain't got the to stash, suck my dick hoes
Strictly a ringer
Lay another on this big bad one miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames keep
To the top and it stop

Verse Da Brat
Y'all see, how these niggaz try not to notice the dopest bitches
Approachin good intentions but focusin on they riches
If it's, too hot get the fuck up out the kitchen
Niggaz dicks, stay lifted they thinkin of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, them like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger
Bitches bust, we just, keep 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 in me wanna sell drugs and push keys
to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's
Smoke weed from overseas pimped out Rol-eys
Fuck the keep my wallet obese
Who the, Windy City still still comin and gunnin
from the Chi
Tonight's the for all the ladies, let's get high!

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