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

from to Lose soundtrack

{dice
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 Butter P got the sugar got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes
Yo I made this motherfucker up last night
And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star
Me and Kim is gettin cream, like Thelma and
but on chrome, never leave that Brooklyn shit
So if you say it's on then on

this in your whips
Pack em call the roadie the chips in the wrists
Here's a french kiss sound*
I dismissed all you split six from the four-fifth
you dance, ooowwww
I stay focused, in the
Like a penny a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And this, I ain't lye-in
tryin to knock me off, keep tryin
All it is one phone 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, the fuck
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the 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 rhymes is
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)

Two: 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 still frozen at Paradise joint
Booty shakin with the in my left one
Right hand step-son
To me my girls is 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, suck my hoes
a bell ringer
Lay another finger on this big bad one miss rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames keep
To the top and it don't

Verse Da Brat

Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopest
Approachin good intentions but focusin on they riches
If it's, too hot then get the up out the kitchen
Niggaz dicks, lifted when they thinkin of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli click
Bitches bust, we just, keep up dust
And you can rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me sayin you me
phony niggaz be buggin, I can tell
cause the thug in me sell drugs and push keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, and M3's
Smoke weed overseas pimped 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 Missy

Kim, heheh, yaknowhatI'msayin ?
I ain't even leave without sayin sun'un on this track
You gonna use me to just be singin hooks
What I look
Patti LaBelle or somebody Heheh
Check it out, uh huh,

Oh a night
You should be like 'stead of bein like Mike
I like to ride pony's of ridin bikes
Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to
I gotta catch a
Aheheh, three and shit
Niggaz can't see us from to Undeas
niggaz wanna be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh

*ladies night, night...*