Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Martin

Yeah, sometimes you gotta 'em
you gotta send a woman to do a man's job, nawmean?
In this case, my girl hit like a grown man
Y'all niggas lay low
you in a hurtin', nawmean?
Blow balls off, nigga
Yo

Where my at, quick to bust the mack, better believe that
She always got my
twirl that about to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She don't how to act
'Cuz that's my girl black with that rap, better believe that
You know the is back
She that 'cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that
My love to scrap

I inhale the deepest, cock back and bust rhymes at your
I'm troubled, shoot out the air in your sneakers
The type to cop a Range along with all the
Then take the back to avoid the leeches
A pregnant bitch talk shit, I'ma destroy her
Her dead baby popped this pussy, and his can't beat us
strong armin, bombarding, and bogarding
Remi don't her own rhymes, nigga, I beg your pardon
Ms. Martin I done broke night in the studio writin'
While fraud broads get no publishin', still be bitin'
They kill me lyin', like they the ones the scribin'

When you can the ghostwriter, all up in they rhymin'
I flows like water, got this with little C
Catch me with Pun eatin' skittles in the middle of Italy
Y'all don't know diddly, I spit hot, and drop
time I kick a rhyme, Pun I burn my lip
Take another pull, bust another shot, can't stop me
Come through in a jail suit, and the new Beef 'n'
Doin' it, if I'm havin' a good and you ruin it
I seen a nice casket that'll good with you in it
New improved shit, the year start a 2 shit
Next millennium, sell a million, shit
to tell the truth, y'all useless
'Cuz I'm a dime that rhyme you still on the deuce list

Where my girl at, quick to bust the mack, better that
She always got my
Nigga that about to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She know how to act
'Cuz that's my black with that monster rap, better believe that
You the Bronx is back
She represent that 'cuz Terror got her back, some say heed that
My love to scrap

Martin, dash, reminisce, slash
Remi, cash a check in a stash
Me without rhymes is like a flint no flash
Stripper no ass, car with no gas
Tryin' to go fast, I love to the guns go blast
I love the sounds of the shells down
Love to smoke weed, blowin' trees, fuck liquor
When shit get thick, I love to hear my bitches his clique up
You sick, but I'm sicker, plus our is bigger
If you really kill us, do it nigga, pull the trigga
How you figure, you could really come and take what's
And all I do is send a little letter to Rah

He'll the troops out
My don't hesitate to pull a tool out
And I'm his little sis, so he me the same shit
Quick to flip, but your name be Prickless
'Cuz every time you your mouth, you suckin' my dick
Talkin' shit as if you a soldier,
When you a no cash, low class, nigga
Y'all rock rocks, we bling boulders, nigga
Look over shoulder I'm in the Rover, it's over, nigga
Inhale, cock back and bust, because
I know none of y'all is touchin' us
I got the thoroughest thugs and reminisces
That don't give a fuck with a aim that never

Hugs and kisses, never, just and stitches
Thugs and bitches forever, the mugshot pictures
Fuck the weather, I still got my tan on
Just copped the pink mink and winter been
I been on thug shit y'all can't seem to fuck wit'
My shit is hot dogs, to top it off, still mustard
No fair, 'cuz I care I go to war wit a musket
Just me some oreos, a jar of dro and two dutches
'Cuz Pun be the nicest on the market
Now he got the nicest bitch, what? Martin

Where my girl at, quick to bust the mack, better believe
She always got my
Nigga twirl about to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She don't how to act
'Cuz that's my girl black with that monster rap, better that
You the Bronx is back
She represent that 'cuz Squad got her back, some say heed that
My niggas to scrap