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

from to Lose soundtrack

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

Lil' Kim, the Bee

Verse One: Martinez, Lil' Kim

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

Bang in your whips
Pack em call the roadie with the in the wrists
Here's a french kiss sound*
I dismissed all you split six from the four-fifth
Make you dance,
I focused, in the dopest
a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And toke this, I lye-in
tryin to knock me off, keep tryin
All it takes is one phone call to my street
that 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
It's the rap Mae to Q-B
And I got all my with me

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

Two: Left Eye

Uhh, never the one, 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 path
no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin gets my rock on
From flavors frozen at Paradise joint
shakin with the glass in my left one
Right hand step-son
To me my girls is fancy fly
Too my niggaz straight snitches, to them chicos
Lady ain't havin that shit
If you ain't got the cash to stash, my dick hoes
a bell ringer
Lay another 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 try not to notice the dopest bitches
Approachin with good intentions but focusin on 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, puzzle them arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine luger click
Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin up
And you can spread shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by me sayin you lovin me
Playa niggaz be buggin, I can tell
cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and
weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
Fuck the police keep my obese
Who the, Windy City woman still still and gunnin
Straight the Chi
the night for all the ladies, let's get high!

Verse Missy

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

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

night, ladies night...*