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 thrown}
Uhh, another one, and another 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
Roll the L's tight, keep the right
Yo I just made this motherfucker up last
And uhh... I'm the rookie on all-star team
Me and Kim is cream, like 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 roadie with the chips in the
Here's a french kiss sound*
I dismissed all you chicks six from the four-fifth
Make you dance,
I stay focused, in the
Like a penny with a hole in it, just hopeless
And this, I ain't lye-in
Niggaz tryin to knock me off, 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
Y'all missin the buck, the fuck
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 sisters me

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

Verse Left Eye

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

Verse Three: Da

see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopest bitches
Approachin with good intentions but focusin on they
If it's, too hot then get the up out the kitchen
Niggaz dicks, stay when they thinkin of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, them like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli click
Bitches bust, we just, kickin up dust
And you can spread rumors is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by me sayin you lovin me
Playa phony niggaz be buggin, I can
cause the in me wanna sell drugs and push keys
to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's
Smoke weed from overseas out styled Rol-eys
Fuck the police keep my wallet
Who the, Windy City woman still comin and gunnin
Straight the Chi
the night for all the ladies, let's get high!

Verse Four:

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

Oh what a
You be like Missy 'stead of bein like Mike
I like to ride instead of ridin bikes
Me and Lil' Kim got the to incite
I catch 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...*