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

from to Lose soundtrack

{dice
Uhh thrown} yeah
Uhh, another 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 P honey got the sugar got the spice
the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo I just made this motherfucker up night
And uhh... I'm the rookie on this team
Me and Kim is gettin cream, Thelma and Louise
but on chrome, never leave that shit alone
So if you say it's on it's on

Bang this in your
Pack em call the with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french kiss *kissing
I dismissed all you chicks split six the four-fifth
Make you dance,
I focused, in the dopest
Like a penny with a in it, y'all just hopeless
And toke this, I ain't
Niggaz tryin to knock me off, tryin
All it takes is one phone to my street team
Promote ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
Set It Off the eighty-fitay
Y'all missin the buck, with the
Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya
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 what a night (oh a night)
Oh this is night, and the feel is right
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh a night)

Verse Two: Eye

Uhh, the one, packin a gun
Got some other raw chicks for that, lay ass flat
I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, laughs
Getcha back up on the right
Ain't no stoppin me ladies from hoppin gets my rock on
From flavors still at Paradise joint
Booty shakin with the glass in my one
Right hand step-son
To me my is fancy fly bitches
Too my niggaz straight snitches, to other chicos
Lady pimp ain't that shit
If you ain't got the cash to stash, my dick hoes
Strictly a bell
Lay finger 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 Three: Da

Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to the dopest bitches
with good intentions but focusin on they riches
If it's, too hot then get the fuck up out the
dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle them like
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 than tumors
Humor me, by huggin me you lovin me
phony niggaz be buggin, I can tell
cause the thug in me wanna drugs and push keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, and M3's
Smoke weed from overseas out styled Rol-eys
the police keep my wallet obese
Who the, Windy City still still comin and gunnin
Straight 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 without sayin sun'un on track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin
What I like?
Patti LaBelle or nigga? Heheh
it out, uh huh, yeah

Oh what a
You should be like Missy 'stead of bein Mike
I like to ride pony's instead of ridin
Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to
I catch a flight
Aheheh, round three and
Niggaz can't see us Elektra to Undeas
niggaz wanna be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh

*ladies night, night...*