Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Martin

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

my girl at, quick to bust the mack, better believe that
She got my back
Nigga twirl about 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 the Bronx is back
She represent that 'cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed
My niggas to scrap

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 avoid the
A pregnant bitch talk shit, I'ma destroy her
Her baby popped this pussy, and his boys can't beat us
Straight armin, bombarding, and bogarding
don't write her own rhymes, nigga, I beg your pardon
It's Ms. Martin I done broke in the studio writin'
While fraud broads get no publishin', still be bitin'
They kill me lyin', like the ones doin' the scribin'

When you can hear the ghostwriter, all up in rhymin'
I flows like water, got this drizzle with C
Catch me with Pun 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, 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 time and you ruin it
I seen a nice that'll look good with you in it
New shit, the year start with a 2 shit
Next millennium, sell a million, clue
Exclusive to tell the truth, y'all
'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 got my back
twirl that about to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She know how to act
'Cuz that's my girl black with that monster rap, better believe
You know the Bronx is
She represent that 'cuz Squad got her back, some say heed that
My niggas love to

Remi Martin, dash, reminisce,
Remi, cash like a check in a
Me rhymes is like a flint with no flash
Stripper with no ass, car no gas
Tryin' to go fast, I love to hear the guns go
I love the of the shells fallin' down
Love to weed, stay blowin' trees, fuck liquor
When shit get thick, I love to hear my raise his clique up
You sick, but I'm sicker, plus our is bigger
If you wanna 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 send a 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 shit
Quick to flip, but your name should be
'Cuz every time you open mouth, you suckin' my dick
Talkin' as if you a soldier, nigga
you a no cash, low class, doja nigga
Y'all rock rocks, we bling boulders, nigga
Look over your shoulder I'm in the Rover, over, nigga
Inhale, back and bust, just because
I know none of busters is touchin' us
I got the thoroughest thugs and baby
That don't a fuck with a aim that never misses

Hugs and kisses, never, just and stitches
Thugs and bitches forever, check the 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 is hot dogs, to top it off, still spittin' mustard
No fair, 'cuz I care I go to war wit a musket
Just give me oreos, a jar of dro and two dutches
'Cuz Pun be the nicest on the market
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 to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She don't how to act
'Cuz that's my girl black with that monster rap, believe that
You the Bronx is back
She represent 'cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that
My niggas love to