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

One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim

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

Bang this in your
Pack em call the with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french *kissing sound*
I dismissed all you chicks split six from the
Make you dance,
I stay focused, in the
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just
And toke this, I ain't
tryin to knock me off, keep tryin
All it takes is one phone call to my street
Promote ass, like 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 with me

Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is
Oh this is night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is
Oh is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)

Verse Two: Eye

Uhh, the one, packin a gun
Got some other raw for that, lay your ass flat
I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, with
Getcha back up on the right
Ain't no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin gets my on
From flavors frozen at Paradise joint
shakin with the glass in my left one
Right hand sayin
To me my is fancy fly bitches
Too my straight snitches, to them other chicos
Lady pimp havin that shit
If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my hoes
Strictly a ringer
Lay another finger on big bad one miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the keep risin
To the top and it don't

Verse Da Brat

Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to the dopest bitches
Approachin with intentions but focusin on they riches
If it's, too hot then get the up out the kitchen
Niggaz dicks, stay lifted they thinkin of me
the rhythm I kick, puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger
Bitches bust, we just, keep up dust
And you can spread rumors is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me you lovin me
Playa niggaz be buggin, I can tell
cause the thug in me wanna drugs and push keys
to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's
Smoke from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
Fuck the 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:

Aiyyo Kim, heheh, ?
I ain't even gon' leave sayin sun'un on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be hooks
What I look
Patti LaBelle or nigga? Heheh
it out, uh huh, yeah

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

night, ladies night...*