Luyện nghe bài hát Not Tonight Remix

Lil' kim, left eye, missy elliot, da brat, & martinez
(appears on the to lose soundtrack)

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

It's ladies what, it must be angie on the mic
The p honey got the sugar got the spice
Roll the l's tight, keep the rhymes
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 that brooklyn shit alone
So if you say it's on it's on

Bang this in your
Pack 'em the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a kiss
I dismissed all you chicks split six from the
you dance, ooowwww
I stay focused in the
a penny with a hole in it y'all just hopeless
And toke I ain't lyin'
to knock me off keep tryin'
All it takes is one phone to my street team
Promote that ass like a soundtrack new ci-tay
Set it off with the
missin' the buck what the f...
Bump biggie in the trunk the buck to my double...
see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap mae to q-b
And I got all my sisters me

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

Uhh, the one packin' a gun
Got some other raw chicks for that, lay your flat
I be's the one chokin' ya paragraphs, with
Get ya back up on the right
Ain't no stoppin my ladies from club gets my rock on
From flavors still frozen at joint
Booty shakin' with a glass in my one
hand sayin' step-son
To me my girls is fancy fly
To my...straight snitches and to them other
Lady pimp ain't takin' trip
If you ain't got the cash to stash a brick hoes
Strictly a ringer
Lay finger on this big bad wolf miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the keep risin'
To the top and it stop

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

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

Oh a night
You be like missy 'stead of bein like mike
I like to ride instead of ridin' bikes
Me and kim got the rhymes to incite
I catch a flight
Aheheh, three and shhh...
Y'all can't see us elektra to undeas
Aaaaoooow be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh

night, ladies night...