Luyện nghe bài hát Not Tonight (Remix Unedited)

Lil' Kim, Eye, Missy Elliot, Da Brat, & Angie Martinez
(appears on the unedited version of the To Lose soundtrack)

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

From Lil' Kim, the Bee

ladies night 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 made this motherfucker up last 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 whips
Pack 'em call the with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french
I dismissed all you chicks six from the four-fifth
Make you ooowwww
I stay in the dopest
Like a with a hole in it y'all just hopeless
And toke I ain't lyin'
Niggas tryin' to knock me off keep
All it takes is one phone call to my team
Promote that ass like a New Jack Ci-tay
Set It Off that eighty-fiftay
Y'all missin' the buck the fuck
Bump Biggie in the truck hand a to my several bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya
the rap Mae West to Q-B
And I got all my sisters me

Oh this is night, and our rhymes is tight
Oh this is 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, never the one a gun
Got some other raw chicks for that lay that ass
I be the one chokin' ya paragraphs with
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 hand step-son
To me my girls is fancy fly
To my niggas straight snitches and to them chicos
Lady pimp ain't that shit
If you got the cash to stash suck my dick hoes
Strictly a ringer
Lay another finger on this big bad wolf miss rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames keep
To the top and it don't

Y'all see how these bogus try not to notice the dopest bitches
Approachin' with good intentions but on they riches
If too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen
Niggas stay lifted when they thinkin' of me
Cause the rhythm I kick puzzle them like
Fillin' 'em with sluggers off the nine luger click
Bitches bust we just, keep up dust
And you can spread rumors is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me by huggin' me sayin' you me
phony niggas be buggin' I can tell
Cause the thug in me wanna sell and push 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 still comin' and gunnin'
from the Chi
Tonight's the night for all the let's get high

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 just be singin'
What I look Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga heheh
it out, uh huh, yeah

Oh a night
You should be like Missy 'stead of bein' like
I to ride ponies instead of ridin' bikes
Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to
I catch a flight
Aheheh, three and shit
Niggas can't see us Elektra to Undeas
niggas wanna be us
Heh I'm out heh, ooh

Ladies night, night...