Luyện nghe bài hát Not Tonight Remix

Lil' kim, left eye, missy elliot, da brat, & martinez
(appears on the nothing to soundtrack)

Uhh,
Uhh, here's one, and another one
Yeah, from kim
The bee

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

Bang in your whips
Pack 'em call the with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french
I dismissed all you chicks split six from the
Make you dance,
I stay in the dopest
Like a with a hole in it y'all just hopeless
And toke this I ain't
Tryin' to knock me off keep
All it takes is one phone call to my street
Promote that ass like a soundtrack new jack
Set it off with the
Y'all the buck what the f...
Bump biggie in the hand the buck to my double...
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya
the rap mae west to q-b
And I got all my with me

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

Uhh, the one packin' a gun
Got some raw chicks for that, lay your pants flat
I the one chokin' ya paragraphs, with laughs
Get ya up on the right path
no stoppin my ladies from club hoppin' gets my rock on
From still frozen at paradise joint
Booty with a glass in my left one
Right hand step-son
To me my is fancy fly misses
To my...straight snitches and to them chicos
Lady ain't takin' that trip
If you ain't got the cash to catch a brick hoes
Strictly a bell
Lay another finger on this big bad miss lady rap singer
I be the one to as the flames keep risin'
To the top and it don't

Y'all see, how these mistas try not to notice the dopest sistas
Approachin' with good intentions but focusin' on riches
If too hot then get that ass up out the kitchen
Listen carefully I give a damn if you don't care for me
The rhythm I puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin' 'em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger
Betters we just keep kickin' up dust
And you can spread shit is makin' me sicker than head tumors
me by huggin' me sayin' you lovin' me
Envious playa-haters be I can tell
Cause the thug in me wanna do illegal for cheese
to get me mo' of deez, vv's and m3's
Vt's from overseas out styled rol-eys
Stopped from the keep my wallet obese
Who the windy city woman still comin' and
from the chi
Tonight's the night for the ladies we it tight

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

Oh what a
You should be like missy 'stead of like mike
I like to ride ponies instead of ridin'
Me and lil' kim got the rhymes to
I gotta catch a
Aheheh, round and shhh...
Y'all can't see us from elektra to
Aaaaoooow be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh

night, ladies night...