Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Martin

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

Where my girl at, quick to the mack, better believe that
She always got my
Nigga twirl about to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She don't how to act
'Cuz my girl black with that monster rap, better believe that
You know the is back
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
Then the back streets to avoid the leeches
A pregnant bitch talk shit, destroy her fetus
Her dead baby popped this pussy, and his boys beat us
strong 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'
While fraud broads don't get no publishin', be bitin'
They kill me lyin', like the ones doin' the scribin'

When you can the ghostwriter, all up in they rhymin'
I flows like water, got this drizzle little C
Catch me with Pun skittles in the middle of Little Italy
Y'all don't know diddly, I spit hot, and drop
Every I kick a rhyme, Pun I burn my lip
Take another pull, another shot, y'all can't stop me
Come in a jail suit, and the new Beef 'n' Broccolis
Doin' it, if I'm a good time and you ruin it
I seen a nice casket look good with you in it
New shit, the year start with a 2 shit
Next millennium, sell a million, shit
Exclusive to tell the truth, y'all
'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 a sack, where the weed at
She don't how to act
that's my girl black with that monster rap, better believe that
You know the Bronx is
She represent that 'cuz Squad got her back, some say heed that
My niggas to scrap

Remi Martin, dash, reminisce,
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 love to hear the guns go
I love the sounds of the fallin' down
Love to weed, stay blowin' trees, fuck liquor
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 really kill us, do it nigga, pull the trigga
How you figure, you could really and take what's mine
And all I do is send a little letter to Rah

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

Hugs and kisses, never, slugs and stitches
Thugs and bitches forever, check the mugshot
Fuck the weather, I still got my tan on
Just copped the pink and winter been gone
I been on thug shit y'all can't seem to fuck wit'
My is hot dogs, to top it off, still spittin' mustard
No fair, 'cuz I care I go to war wit a musket
Just give me 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, 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 represent 'cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that
My niggas to scrap