Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Martin

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

Where my girl at, quick to bust the mack, better believe
She got my back
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 monster rap, better that
You know the Bronx is
She represent 'cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that
My niggas to scrap

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

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

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

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

He'll the troops out
My brother don't to pull a tool out
And I'm his little sis, so he me the same shit
Quick to flip, but your should be Prickless
'Cuz every time you open mouth, you suckin' my dick
shit as if you a soldier, nigga
When you a no cash, low class, doja
rock rocks, we bling bling boulders, nigga
Look over your I'm in the Rover, it's over, nigga
Inhale, cock back and bust, just
I know of y'all busters is touchin' us
I got the thoroughest and baby reminisces
That don't give a fuck with a aim that misses

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

Where my girl at, quick to the mack, better believe that
She always got my
Nigga twirl that about to blaze a sack, where the at
She know how to act
'Cuz my girl black with that monster 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