Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Martin

Yeah, sometimes you fool 'em
Sometimes you gotta send a to do a man's job, nawmean?
In this case, my girl hit a grown motherfucking man
Y'all better lay low
you in a hurtin', nawmean?
Blow your off, nigga
Yo

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

I inhale the deepest, cock back and bust at your speakers
I'm troubled, shoot out the air bubbles in your
The type to cop a Range along with all the
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 strong armin, bombarding, and
Remi don't write her own rhymes, nigga, I beg pardon
It's Ms. Martin I done broke in the studio writin'
fraud broads don't get no publishin', still be bitin'
They kill me lyin', like they the ones doin' the

When you can the ghostwriter, all up in they rhymin'
I flows like water, got this drizzle little C
me with Pun eatin' skittles in the middle of Little Italy
Y'all don't know diddly, I spit hot, and shit
Every time I a rhyme, Pun I burn my lip
another pull, bust another shot, y'all can't stop me
Come 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 look good you in it
New improved shit, the year start a 2 shit
Next millennium, sell a million, clue
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 bust the mack, believe that
She got my back
Nigga twirl that 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

Martin, dash, reminisce, slash
Remi, like a check in a stash
Me without rhymes is like a flint no flash
Stripper with no ass, car no gas
to go fast, I love to hear the guns go blast
I love the of the shells fallin' down
Love to smoke weed, stay blowin' trees, liquor
When shit get thick, I love to hear my bitches raise his 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 come and take what's
And all I gotta do is a little letter to Rah

send the troops out
My brother don't hesitate to pull a 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, nigga
rock 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 none of y'all busters is touchin' us
I got the thoroughest thugs and reminisces
That don't a fuck with a aim that never misses

Hugs and kisses, never, just and stitches
Thugs and bitches forever, check the mugshot
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, spittin' mustard
No fair, 'cuz I care I go to war wit a musket
give me some oreos, a jar of dro and two dutches
'Cuz Pun be the motherfucker on the market
Now he got the nicest bitch, Remi Martin

Where my girl at, to bust the mack, better believe that
She always got my
Nigga twirl that about to blaze a sack, 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 that 'cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that
My niggas love to