Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Martin

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

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

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

When you can the ghostwriter, all up in they rhymin'
I flows water, got this drizzle with little C
Catch me Pun eatin' skittles in the middle of Little 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 a nice casket that'll look good with you in it
New improved shit, the start with a 2 shit
Next millennium, sell a million, clue
Exclusive to tell the truth, y'all
'Cuz I'm a dime that could you still on the deuce list

my girl 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 monster rap, believe that
You the Bronx is back
She represent that Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that
My love to scrap

Martin, dash, reminisce, slash
Remi, cash a check in a stash
Me rhymes is like a flint with no flash
Stripper with no ass, car no gas
Tryin' to go fast, I to hear the guns go blast
I love the sounds of the shells down
Love to smoke weed, stay blowin' trees, fuck
When shit get thick, I love to hear my bitches raise his up
You sick, but I'm sicker, plus our guns is
If you really wanna kill us, do it nigga, the trigga
How you figure, you could come and take what's mine
And all I gotta do is a little letter to Rah

send the troops out
My brother don't to pull a tool out
And I'm his little sis, so he taught me the same
Quick to flip, but your should be Prickless
'Cuz every you open 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 and bust, just because
I know none of y'all is touchin' us
I got the thugs and baby reminisces
That don't a fuck with a aim that never misses

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

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