Luyện nghe bài hát Not Tonight

Lil' kim, left eye, missy elliot, da brat, & angie
(appears on the unedited of the nothing to lose soundtrack)

Uhh,
Uhh, here's another one, and one

From lil' kim, the bee

It's night what, it must be angie on the mic
The butter p honey got the sugar got the
Roll the l's keep the rhymes right
Yo I just made this up last night
And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star
Me and kim is gettin' like thelma and louise
But on chrome never leave brooklyn shit alone
So if you say it's on it's on

Bang this in whips
Pack 'em call the roadie the chips in the wrists
Here's a kiss
I dismissed all you chicks six from the four-fifth
Make you dance
I stay focused in the
Like a with a hole in it y'all just hopeless
And this I ain't lyin'
Niggas tryin' to me off keep tryin'
All it is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass like a new jack ci-tay
Set it off with that
Y'all the buck what the fuck
Bump biggie in the truck hand a buck to my bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya
It's the rap mae to q-b
And I got all my sisters me

Oh this is night, and our rhymes is tight
Oh this is ladies night, oh a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the is right
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a (oh what a night)

Uhh, never the one a gun
Got some other raw chicks for lay that ass flat
I be the one chokin' ya with laughs
Get ya back up on the right
Ain't no stoppin' my ladies from club hoppin' gets my on
flavors still frozen at paradise joint
Booty with the glass in my left one
Right sayin' step-son
To me my girls is fancy fly
To my niggas straight snitches and to them chicos
Lady pimp ain't havin' that
If you ain't got the cash to stash suck my dick
Strictly a bell
Lay finger on this big bad wolf miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames risin'
To the top and it stop

Y'all see how these bogus niggas try not to notice the bitches
Approachin' with good intentions but focusin' on riches
If it's too hot then get the fuck up out the
Niggas dicks lifted when they thinkin' of me
the rhythm I kick puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin' 'em with sluggers off the nine milli luger
Bitches bust we just, kickin' up dust
And you can rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me by me sayin' you lovin' me
Playa phony niggas be buggin' I can
Cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, and m3's
weed from overseas pimped out styled rol-eys
Fuck the police keep my obese
Who the windy city woman still comin' and
Straight the chi
Tonight's the night for all the let's get high

Aiyyo kim, heheh, ya know what I'm
I ain't even gon' leave without sayin somethin' on track
You gonna use me to just be singin' hooks
What I like patti labelle or somebody nigga heheh
Check it out, uh huh,

Oh a night
You should be like missy 'stead of like mike
I like to ride ponies instead of bikes
Me and lil' kim got the rhymes to
I gotta catch a
Aheheh, round and shit
Niggas can't see us elektra to undeas
Aaaaoooowwww niggas be us
Heh I'm out heh, ooh

Ladies night, night...