Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Martin

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

Where my at, quick to bust the mack, better believe that
She got my back
Nigga twirl that about to blaze a sack, where the 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 Terror Squad got her back, some say heed
My love to scrap

I inhale the deepest, cock and bust rhymes at your speakers
I'm troubled, shoot out the air bubbles in your
The type to cop a Range along with all the
Then the back streets to avoid the leeches
A pregnant bitch talk shit, destroy her fetus
Her dead baby this pussy, and his boys can't beat us
Straight armin, bombarding, and bogarding
Remi don't write her own rhymes, nigga, I beg your
It's Ms. Martin I done broke night in the studio
fraud 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 this drizzle little C
me with Pun eatin' skittles in the middle of Little Italy
Y'all 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 jail suit, and the new 'n' Broccolis
Doin' it, if I'm havin' a good time and you it
I a nice casket that'll look good with you in it
New improved shit, the year with a 2 shit
Next millennium, a million, clue shit
Exclusive to tell the truth, useless
'Cuz I'm a dime could rhyme you still on the deuce list

my girl at, quick to bust the mack, better believe that
She always got my
Nigga 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 Terror Squad got her back, some say that
My love to scrap

Remi Martin, dash, reminisce,
Remi, like a check in a stash
Me without is like a flint with no flash
with no ass, car with no gas
Tryin' to go fast, I love to hear the go blast
I the sounds of the shells fallin' down
to smoke weed, stay 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 us, do it nigga, pull the trigga
How you figure, you could really come and 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 a tool out
And I'm his little sis, so he me the same shit
Quick to flip, but your name be Prickless
'Cuz every you open your 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 bling boulders,
over your shoulder I'm in the Rover, it's over, nigga
Inhale, cock back and bust, because
I know none of y'all busters is 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
and bitches forever, check the mugshot pictures
Fuck the weather, I still got my tan on
Just copped the pink mink and winter gone
I been on this thug y'all can't seem to fuck wit'
My is hot dogs, to top it off, still spittin' mustard
No fair, 'cuz I don't care I go to war wit a
give me some oreos, a jar of dro and two dutches
'Cuz Pun be the nicest 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
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 know the Bronx is
She represent 'cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that
My niggas love to