Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Martin

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

Where my at, quick to bust the mack, better believe that
She got my back
Nigga twirl that about to 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 niggas love to

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

When you can hear the ghostwriter, all up in rhymin'
I flows like water, got this with little C
Catch me with Pun eatin' skittles in the middle of Italy
Y'all don't know diddly, I spit hot, and shit
time I kick a rhyme, Pun I burn my lip
Take pull, bust another shot, y'all can't stop me
through in a jail 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 look with you in it
New improved shit, the year start with a 2
millennium, sell a million, clue shit
Exclusive to tell the truth, useless
'Cuz I'm a dime that could rhyme you on the deuce list

Where my girl at, quick to the mack, better believe that
She got my back
Nigga twirl that about to blaze a sack, the weed at
She know how to act
'Cuz that's my girl black with that rap, better believe that
You know the is back
She represent that 'cuz Squad 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 love to hear the go blast
I love the sounds of the shells fallin'
Love to smoke weed, blowin' trees, fuck 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 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 send a little to Rah

send the troops 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 your name should be
'Cuz every time you open your mouth, you suckin' my
Talkin' shit as if you a soldier,
When you a no cash, low class, nigga
rock rocks, we bling bling boulders, nigga
Look over shoulder I'm in the Rover, it's over, nigga
Inhale, cock back and bust, just
I know none of busters is touchin' us
I got the thugs and baby reminisces
That don't give a fuck with a aim that never

and kisses, never, just slugs and stitches
Thugs and bitches forever, the mugshot pictures
Fuck the weather, I still got my tan on
Just copped the pink mink and winter been
I been on this thug shit y'all can't seem to wit'
My shit is hot dogs, to top it off, still mustard
No fair, 'cuz I don't care I go to war wit a
Just give me some oreos, a jar of dro and two
'Cuz Pun be the nicest motherfucker on the
Now he got the nicest bitch, what? Martin

Where my girl at, quick to bust the mack, better that
She always got my
Nigga twirl that about to a sack, where the weed at
She know how to act
that's my girl black with that monster rap, better believe that
You know the is back
She that 'cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that
My love to scrap