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

from Nothing to soundtrack

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Uhh, here's one, and another one

Lil' Kim, the Bee

Verse One: Angie Martinez, Kim

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

Bang in your whips
Pack em the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french kiss *kissing
I all you chicks split six from the four-fifth
Make you dance,
I stay focused, in the
Like a penny with a in it, y'all just hopeless
And toke this, I ain't
Niggaz tryin to me off, keep tryin
All it takes is one phone call to my street
Promote ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
Set It Off with the
Y'all the buck, with the fuck
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 this is ladies night, and our is tight
Oh this is ladies night, oh a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is night, and the feel is right
Oh this is night, oh what a night (oh what a night)

Verse 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
back up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin me ladies from club gets my rock on
From flavors frozen at Paradise joint
Booty shakin with the glass in my one
hand sayin step-son
To me my girls is fancy fly
Too my straight snitches, to them other chicos
Lady ain't havin 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 stop

Verse Da Brat

Y'all see, how bogus niggaz 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
Niggaz dicks, stay lifted they thinkin of me
Cause the I kick, puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine luger click
bust, we just, keep kickin up dust
And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head
Humor me, by huggin me sayin you me
phony niggaz be buggin, I can tell
cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, and M3's
Smoke weed overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
the police keep my wallet obese
Who the, City 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 gon' leave without sayin sun'un on this track
You gonna use me to just be singin hooks
I look like?
Patti or somebody nigga? Heheh
it out, uh huh, yeah

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

night, ladies night...*