Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies Night (not Tonight Remix)

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

Lil' Kim, the Bee
One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim
It's night what, it must be Angie on the mic
The P honey 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 this all-star
Me and Kim is gettin cream, Thelma and Louise
but on chrome, leave that Brooklyn shit alone
So if you say it's on then on
Bang this in whips
Pack em call the with the chips in the wrists
a french kiss *kissing sound*
I dismissed all you chicks six from the four-fifth
Make you dance,
I stay focused, in the
a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And this, I ain't lye-in
Niggaz tryin to knock me off, keep
All it takes is one call to my street team
Promote that ass, a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
Set It Off the eighty-fitay
Y'all missin the buck, with the
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough
Lemme see ya do tha if ya richest
It's the rap Mae to Q-B
And I got all my sisters me

Oh this is night, and our rhymes is tight
Oh this is night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the is right
Oh this is ladies night, oh a night (oh what a night)
Verse Left Eye
Uhh, never the one, a gun
Got some raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat
I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, laughs
Getcha up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin gets my on
From flavors frozen at Paradise joint
Booty shakin with the in my left one
Right hand step-son
To me my girls is fancy fly
Too my niggaz straight snitches, to them chicos
Lady pimp ain't 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 blame as the keep risin
To the top and it stop

Verse Three: Da
see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopest bitches
Approachin with good intentions but 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 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 shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me you lovin me
Playa phony niggaz be buggin, I can
cause the in me wanna sell drugs and push keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, and M3's
Smoke weed from pimped out styled Rol-eys
Fuck the police keep my obese
Who the, Windy City woman still still and gunnin
from the Chi
Tonight's the for all the ladies, let's get high!

Verse Four:
Kim, heheh, yaknowhatI'msayin ?
I ain't even gon' leave sayin sun'un on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin
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 instead of ridin bikes
Me and Lil' Kim got the to incite
I gotta catch a
Aheheh, round and shit
Niggaz can't see us from Elektra to
niggaz wanna be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh
*ladies night, night...*
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