Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Martin

Yeah, you gotta fool 'em
Sometimes you gotta a woman to do a man's job, nawmean?
In this case, my hit like 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, believe that
She always got my
Nigga that about to blaze 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 the Bronx is back
She represent that 'cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say that
My love to scrap

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

When you can 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
don't know diddly, I spit hot, and drop shit
Every time I kick a rhyme, Pun I my lip
Take pull, bust another shot, y'all can't stop me
Come through in a suit, and the new Beef 'n' Broccolis
Doin' it, if I'm havin' a good and you ruin it
I seen a nice casket that'll 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 rhyme you on the deuce list

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

Martin, dash, reminisce, slash
Remi, like a check in a stash
Me without rhymes is like a flint with no
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 fallin'
to smoke weed, stay blowin' trees, fuck liquor
When shit get thick, I love to hear my bitches his clique up
You sick, but I'm sicker, our guns is bigger
If you really wanna kill us, do it nigga, the trigga
How you figure, you could really 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 pull a out
And I'm his little sis, so he taught me the same
Quick to flip, but name should be Prickless
'Cuz time you open your mouth, you suckin' my dick
Talkin' shit as if you a soldier,
you a no cash, low class, doja nigga
Y'all rock rocks, we bling boulders, nigga
Look your shoulder I'm in the Rover, it's over, nigga
Inhale, cock and bust, just because
I none of y'all busters is touchin' us
I got the thugs 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
Fuck the weather, I still got my tan on
Just copped the pink mink and been gone
I been on this shit y'all can't seem to fuck wit'
My shit is hot dogs, to top it off, still spittin'
No fair, 'cuz I care I go to war wit a musket
Just me some oreos, a jar of dro and two dutches
'Cuz Pun be the nicest on the market
Now he got the bitch, what? Remi Martin

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