Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Bitch Pt. II

to the don
There's you can do
To make me run away from 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 your little heart (uh huh)
There's you can do
So respect the don
is no word you can say
That it would offend the Kim no, listen

I'm gonna, murder them, them
Any competition I'm gon' murder
I'm gonna, blow off they
off they whip
All you frontin' emcees, I'm gonna, blow off whip
When I'm gone, you will my shit
When I'm gone, you'll wanna spit my
But I'm gwan, I'm not gon' put up with
I to God, you jealous niggas make me sick
See, I got all day
gon' pay
Got to do and places to be
I'm 'bout to take what's owed to me
Live Bedford-Stuyvesant
The livest one, we right here, we here, we right here

All y'all, let it go, no disrespectin
Four since Doubt drop, eleven million records sold
Five nigga, two
who be grinnin, then they
Try to get out of line, four pendin'
Three got it coming, say May-June
Six albums dropped cock-suckers tuned
Jay everyday, no days off
No jewels and I took the shades off
You wanna rock me? Slug you one comfortably
Put you back your stomach should be (ill)
I'm dangerous when tempted, best left
Best the gun got Tourette Syndrome
Beretta sounds 'Berreepp' when it's thrown
You're for a cold place, youngin', dress warm
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, peeved at
emcees, with these
Supreme balla like, I call em like I see them G
You niggas like me
my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, at these
Weak
Y'all niggas got audacity
You sold a million, now you of me
Get off my dick, kick it

for BI? Then bust one in the sky
Haters your back
We bust one in ya eye
It's going tonight
So don't get outta
men've tri-ed
But men-a di-ed
Biggie crowned me, Miss Bitch forever
Even left me thrown and an iced out tiara
What?! What the fuck, who the fuck, wanna
this Brooklynite bandit
Blow you off the
girl, never troubled no-one
But if you trouble girl
It gwan bum bum (wha?!)
a bum bum

my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, at these
Weak emcees, with
balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G
You niggas sound me
my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, at these
emcees
Y'all 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