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

from Nothing to Lose

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Uhh, here's another one, and one

Lil' Kim, the Bee

Verse 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 made this motherfucker up last night
And uhh... I'm the rookie on all-star team
Me and Kim is gettin cream, Thelma and Louise
but on chrome, leave that Brooklyn shit alone
So if you say on then it's on

Bang this in whips
em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french kiss sound*
I dismissed all you chicks split six from the
Make you dance,
I focused, in the dopest
Like a with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And toke this, I lye-in
Niggaz tryin to knock me off, keep
All it is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack
Set It Off the eighty-fitay
Y'all missin the buck, the fuck
Bump Biggie in the and the buck to my thorough bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya
the rap Mae West to Q-B
And I got all my with me

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

Verse Two: Eye

Uhh, never the one, a gun
Got other raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat
I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, laughs
back up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin my rock on
flavors still frozen at Paradise joint
Booty shakin the glass in my left one
Right hand sayin
To me my girls is fancy fly
Too my niggaz snitches, to them other chicos
Lady pimp ain't havin shit
If you got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoes
Strictly a bell
Lay another finger on this big bad one miss rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames risin
To the top and it stop

Verse Three: Da

Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the bitches
Approachin good intentions but focusin on they 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 up dust
And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me you lovin me
Playa niggaz be buggin, I can tell
cause the in me wanna sell drugs and push keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, and M3's
Smoke from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
Fuck the police keep my obese
Who the, Windy City woman still still comin and
from the Chi
Tonight's the night for all the ladies, get high!

Verse Four:

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

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

*ladies night, night...*