Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Kim, Missy, Angie Martinez, Da Brat, Left Eye---Ladies Night

from to Lose soundtrack

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Uhh {dice yeah
Uhh, here's one, and another one

Lil' Kim, the Bee

Verse One: Angie Martinez, Kim

It's ladies night what, it must be on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar got the
the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo I just this motherfucker up last night
And uhh... I'm the rookie on this team
Me and Kim is gettin cream, like Thelma and
but on chrome, never that Brooklyn shit alone
So if you say it's on it's on

Bang in your whips
em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french kiss sound*
I all you chicks split six from the four-fifth
Make you dance,
I stay focused, in the
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all hopeless
And toke this, I lye-in
Niggaz tryin to knock me off, keep
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 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 ladies night, and our is tight
Oh this is ladies night, oh a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is
Oh this is ladies night, oh a night (oh what a night)

Verse Left Eye

Uhh, the one, packin a gun
Got some other raw chicks for that, lay your ass
I be the one ya paragraphs, with laughs
back up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin me ladies from hoppin gets my rock on
From flavors frozen at Paradise joint
Booty shakin with the glass in my one
Right sayin step-son
To me my girls is fly bitches
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 hoes
Strictly a bell
Lay another on this big bad one miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames risin
To the top and it don't

Verse Three: Da

Y'all see, how these bogus 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
dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, them like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli click
Bitches bust, we just, kickin up dust
And you can spread shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me sayin you 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 from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
Fuck the police keep my wallet
Who the, City woman still still comin and gunnin
from the Chi
Tonight's the night for all the ladies, get high!

Verse Four:

Aiyyo Kim, heheh, ?
I ain't even gon' leave without sayin on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin
What I like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody Heheh
Check it out, uh huh,

Oh what a
You should be Missy 'stead of bein like Mike
I like to pony's instead of ridin bikes
Me and Kim got the rhymes to incite
I gotta catch a
Aheheh, round and shit
can't see us from Elektra to Undeas
Aaaaoooowwww wanna be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh

night, ladies night...*