Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Bitch Pt. II

to the don
There's you can do
To make me run away from this game here, game here
And there is no
To put the to Kim no, Kim no
Yes I'm you from the start
I break your little heart (uh huh)
nothing you can do
So respect the don
is no word you can say
That it would the Kim no, better listen

I'm gonna, murder them, them
Any I'm gon' murder them
I'm gonna, blow off whip
Blow off they
All you frontin' emcees, I'm gonna, off your whip
I'm gone, you will appreciate my shit
When I'm gone, you'll spit my lyrics
But I'm gwan, I'm not gon' put up with
I swear to God, you jealous niggas me sick
See, I got all day
Some-fuckin'-body pay
Got things to do and to be
I'm 'bout to take back what's to me
from Bedford-Stuyvesant
The livest one, we here, we right here, we right here

All y'all, let it go, no disrespectin
Four years Doubt drop, eleven million records sold
nigga, volume two
Dogs who be grinnin, they
Try to get out of line, four cases
niggas got it coming, say May-June
Six albums cock-suckers stay tuned
Jay everyday, no days off
No drippin' and I took the shades off
You wanna with me? Slug you one comfortably
Put you where your stomach should be (ill)
I'm dangerous when tempted, left alone
believe the gun got Tourette Syndrome
Beretta sounds like 'Berreepp' when it's
You're for a cold place, youngin', dress warm
Too much hustle, too easy to you
Little you, go play
PS Jay, PS
L-Y-N, out my way
Me and P.S. to the K
I to the M, B.I. to the end

my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, at these
emcees, with these
Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em I see them G
You niggas like me
my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, at these
Weak
Y'all niggas got some
You sold a million, now you of me
Get off my dick, it bitch

Love for BI? Then one in the sky
Haters your back
We bust one in ya eye
It's going down
So get outta line
men've tri-ed
But 'nuff men-a
Biggie crowned me, Queen Bitch forever
Even me this thrown and an iced out tiara
What?! the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck
With this Brooklynite
you off the planet
This girl, never no-one
But if you trouble girl
It bring-a bum bum (wha?!)
a bum bum

my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, at these
emcees, with these
Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see G
You niggas like me
my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, at these
Weak
Y'all got some audacity
You a million, now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it

Bum bum BI bum bum
a bum bum
a bum bum