Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Martin

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

Where my girl at, quick to bust the mack, better believe
She always got my
Nigga twirl that to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She don't how to act
'Cuz that's my girl with that 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

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

you can hear the ghostwriter, all up in they rhymin'
I flows like water, got this drizzle with C
Catch me with Pun eatin' skittles in the middle of Italy
Y'all don't know diddly, I hot, and drop shit
time I kick a rhyme, Pun I burn my lip
Take another pull, bust another shot, can't stop 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 look good with you in it
New improved shit, the year start a 2 shit
millennium, sell a million, clue shit
Exclusive to tell the truth, useless
'Cuz I'm a that could rhyme you still on the deuce list

Where my girl at, to bust the mack, better believe that
She got my back
Nigga that about to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She know 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 love to scrap

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

He'll send the out
My brother don't hesitate to a tool out
And I'm his little sis, so he me the same shit
Quick to flip, but name should be Prickless
'Cuz every time you open mouth, you suckin' my dick
Talkin' as if you a soldier, nigga
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, just
I know none of y'all busters is us
I got the thoroughest and baby reminisces
don't give a fuck with a aim that never misses

Hugs and kisses, never, slugs and stitches
Thugs and bitches forever, the mugshot pictures
Fuck the weather, I got my tan Timbs on
Just copped the pink and winter been gone
I been on this thug shit y'all can't to fuck wit'
My shit is hot dogs, to top it off, still spittin'
No fair, 'cuz I don't I go to war wit a musket
Just give me oreos, a jar of dro and two dutches
'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, better believe
She got my back
Nigga twirl that about to blaze a sack, where the 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 Squad got her back, some say that
My niggas love to