Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Bitch Pt. II

to the don
There's you can do
To me run away from this game here, this game here
And is no emcee
To put the to Kim no, Kim no
Yes I'm telling you the start
I will break little heart (uh huh)
nothing you can do
So respect the don
There is no 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, off they whip
Blow off whip
All you frontin' emcees, I'm gonna, blow off your
When I'm gone, you will appreciate my
I'm gone, you'll wanna spit my lyrics
But I'm gwan, I'm not gon' put up this
I swear to God, you niggas make me sick
See, I got all day
Some-fuckin'-body pay
Got to do and places to be
I'm 'bout to take back owed to me
from Bedford-Stuyvesant
The livest one, we right here, we here, we right here

All y'all, let it go, no Hov'
Four years since Doubt drop, eleven records sold
nigga, volume two
Dogs who be grinnin, they
Try to get out of line, four pendin'
Three got it coming, say May-June
Six albums cock-suckers stay tuned
It's Jay everyday, no off
No jewels drippin' and I the shades off
You rock with me? Slug you one comfortably
Put you back where your stomach be (ill)
I'm when tempted, best left alone
Best the gun got Tourette Syndrome
sounds like 'Berreepp' when it's thrown
You're heading for a cold place, youngin', dress
Too much hustle, too to touch you
Little fucks you, go
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 like I see G
You niggas sound me
my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, at these
Weak
niggas got some audacity
You sold a million, now you of me
Get off my dick, kick it

Love for BI? Then one in the sky
Haters watch back
We bust one in ya eye
It's down tonight
So don't get outta
Enough men've
But men-a di-ed
Biggie crowned me, Miss Bitch forever
Even me this thrown and an iced out tiara
What?! the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck
With Brooklynite bandit
you off the planet
This girl, troubled no-one
But if you trouble this
It bring-a bum bum (wha?!)
a bum bum

my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at
Weak emcees, these
Supreme balla like, lyrics I em like I see them G
You niggas sound me
my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, at these
Weak
niggas got some audacity
You sold a million, now you of me
Get off my dick, kick it

Bum bum BI bum bum
a bum bum
a bum bum