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

from Nothing to soundtrack

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Uhh {dice yeah
Uhh, another one, and another one

Lil' Kim, the Bee

One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim

It's ladies night what, it be Angie 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 all-star
Me and Kim is gettin cream, Thelma and Louise
but on chrome, never that Brooklyn shit alone
So if you say on then it's on

this in your whips
Pack em call the with the chips in the wrists
Here's a kiss *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, just hopeless
And toke this, I ain't
Niggaz tryin to knock me off, tryin
All it takes is one call to my street team
Promote that ass, a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
Set It Off the eighty-fitay
Y'all the buck, with 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 is tight
Oh this is night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Oh is ladies night, and the feel is right
Oh is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)

Two: Left Eye

Uhh, the one, packin a gun
Got some raw chicks for that, lay your 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 frozen 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 snitches, to them other chicos
Lady pimp ain't that shit
If you ain't got the cash to stash, my dick hoes
a bell ringer
Lay finger on this big bad one miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames risin
To the top and it don't

Verse Da Brat

Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the bitches
Approachin with good but focusin on they riches
If it's, too hot get the fuck up out the kitchen
Niggaz dicks, stay lifted when thinkin of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger
Bitches bust, we just, kickin up dust
And you can spread rumors shit is makin me than head tumors
Humor me, by me sayin you lovin me
Playa phony 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 police keep my wallet
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:

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

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

*ladies night, night...*