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

from Nothing to Lose

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Uhh {dice thrown}
Uhh, here's another one, and one

Lil' Kim, the Bee

One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim

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

Bang in your whips
Pack em the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french *kissing sound*
I dismissed all you chicks split six the four-fifth
you dance, ooowwww
I stay focused, in the
a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And toke this, I lye-in
Niggaz tryin to me off, keep tryin
All it is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack
Set It Off the eighty-fitay
missin the buck, with the fuck
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my bitches
see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae to Q-B
And I got all my sisters me

Oh this is ladies night, and our is tight
Oh is ladies night, oh what 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 other raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat
I be the one ya paragraphs, with laughs
back up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin me ladies club 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 girls is fancy fly
Too my niggaz straight snitches, to them other
Lady pimp ain't havin that
If you ain't got the cash to stash, my dick hoes
Strictly a bell
Lay another 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

Y'all see, how these bogus try not to notice the dopest bitches
Approachin with good intentions but focusin on they
If it's, too hot get the fuck up out the kitchen
Niggaz dicks, lifted when they thinkin of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, them like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, off the nine milli luger click
Bitches bust, we just, keep up dust
And you can spread rumors shit is makin me than head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me sayin you me
Playa phony niggaz be buggin, I can
cause the thug in me wanna sell and push keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, and M3's
Smoke weed from overseas out styled Rol-eys
Fuck the police my wallet obese
Who the, Windy woman still still comin 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 leave without sayin sun'un on this track
You ain't use me to just be singin hooks
What I like?
LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
Check it out, uh huh,

Oh what a
You should be like Missy of bein like Mike
I to ride pony's instead of ridin bikes
Me and Lil' Kim got the to incite
I gotta a flight
Aheheh, round and shit
Niggaz see us from Elektra to Undeas
Aaaaoooowwww niggaz be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh

*ladies night, night...*