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 girl hit a grown motherfucking man
Y'all better lay low
Catch you in a hurtin',
Blow your balls off,
Yo

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
'Cuz that's my girl black with monster rap, better believe that
You know the is back
She represent that 'cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say that
My niggas love to

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 along with all the features
Then take the back streets to the leeches
A pregnant bitch talk shit, I'ma her fetus
Her dead baby popped pussy, and his boys can't beat us
Straight armin, bombarding, and bogarding
Remi don't write her own rhymes, nigga, I beg pardon
It's Ms. Martin I broke night in the studio writin'
fraud broads don't get no publishin', still be bitin'
They kill me lyin', like they the ones the scribin'

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

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

Remi Martin, dash, reminisce,
Remi, like a check in a stash
Me without rhymes is like a flint with no
Stripper no ass, car with no gas
Tryin' to go fast, I love to hear the go blast
I love the of the shells fallin' down
Love to smoke weed, 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 wanna us, do it nigga, pull the trigga
How you figure, you could really come and take what's
And all I do is send a little letter to Rah

He'll send the out
My brother don't to pull a tool out
And I'm his sis, so he taught me the same shit
Quick to flip, but your name 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
Y'all rocks, we bling bling boulders, nigga
Look over your I'm in the Rover, it's over, nigga
Inhale, cock back and bust, because
I know none of busters is touchin' us
I got the thoroughest and baby reminisces
That don't give a fuck with a aim that never

Hugs and kisses, never, just and stitches
and bitches forever, check the mugshot pictures
Fuck the weather, I got my tan Timbs 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 don't 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
Nigga that about to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She know how to act
'Cuz that's my girl black with that rap, better believe that
You know the Bronx is
She represent that 'cuz Squad got her back, some say heed that
My love to scrap