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 Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim

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

this in your whips
Pack em call the with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french kiss *kissing
I dismissed all you split six from the four-fifth
you dance, ooowwww
I stay focused, in the
Like a penny with a in it, y'all just hopeless
And toke this, I lye-in
Niggaz tryin to me off, keep tryin
All it is one phone call to my street team
that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
Set It Off the eighty-fitay
missin the buck, with the fuck
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya
It's the rap Mae to Q-B
And I got all my sisters 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 ladies night, and the feel is
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a (oh what a night)

Verse Two: Eye

Uhh, the one, packin a gun
Got some raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat
I be the one ya paragraphs, with laughs
Getcha back up on the right
Ain't no stoppin me ladies club hoppin gets my rock on
From flavors still frozen at joint
Booty shakin with the in my left one
Right sayin step-son
To me my is fancy fly bitches
Too my straight snitches, to them other chicos
Lady pimp ain't havin 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 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 intentions but focusin on they
If it's, too hot then get the up out the kitchen
Niggaz dicks, stay lifted when they of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli click
bust, we just, keep kickin up dust
And you can spread rumors shit is makin me than head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me sayin you me
Playa phony be buggin, I can tell
the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and
Smoke weed overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
the police keep my wallet obese
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:

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

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

*ladies night, night...*