Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Martin

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

Where my girl at, quick to bust the mack, believe that
She always got my
Nigga twirl that 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 Squad got her back, some say heed that
My love 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
Then take the back streets to avoid the
A pregnant bitch talk shit, I'ma destroy her
Her dead baby popped this pussy, and his boys beat us
Straight armin, bombarding, and bogarding
Remi write her own rhymes, nigga, I beg your pardon
Ms. Martin I done broke night in the studio writin'
While broads don't get no publishin', still be bitin'
They kill me lyin', like they the doin' the scribin'

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

my girl at, quick to bust the mack, better believe 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 represent that 'cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say that
My love to scrap

Martin, dash, reminisce, slash
Remi, cash a check in a stash
Me without rhymes is like a flint 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 shells down
Love to smoke weed, stay trees, fuck liquor
When get thick, I love to hear my bitches raise his clique up
You sick, but I'm sicker, plus our guns is
If you really wanna us, do it nigga, pull the trigga
How you figure, you could really and take what's mine
And all I gotta do is send a letter to Rah

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

Hugs and kisses, never, just slugs and
Thugs and forever, check the mugshot pictures
the weather, I still got my tan Timbs on
Just copped the pink mink and winter 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
Pun be the nicest motherfucker on the market
Now he got the nicest bitch, Remi Martin

Where my girl at, to bust the mack, better believe that
She got my back
twirl that about to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She don't how to act
'Cuz that's my girl black with that rap, better believe that
You know the is back
She represent 'cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that
My love to scrap