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 motherfucking man
Y'all niggas lay low
you in a hurtin', nawmean?
Blow your off, nigga
Yo

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 don't how to act
'Cuz that's my girl black with that monster rap, believe that
You know the is back
She represent that 'cuz Terror 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, shoot out the air bubbles in sneakers
The type to cop a Range along all the features
Then take the 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 write her own rhymes, nigga, I beg your pardon
It's Ms. Martin I done broke night in the writin'
While fraud broads get no publishin', still be bitin'
They me lyin', like they the ones doin' the scribin'

When you can the ghostwriter, all up in they rhymin'
I flows like water, got drizzle with little C
Catch me with Pun eatin' skittles in the middle of Little
Y'all don't know diddly, I spit hot, and drop
Every time I kick a rhyme, Pun I my lip
Take pull, bust another shot, y'all 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 that'll good 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 bust the mack, better believe
She got my back
Nigga twirl that about to blaze a sack, the weed at
She don't how to act
'Cuz that's my girl black that monster rap, better 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 like a check in a
Me without is like a flint with 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 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, our guns is bigger
If you wanna kill us, do it nigga, pull the trigga
How you figure, you could really come and what's mine
And all I gotta do is send a letter to Rah

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

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

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