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, this here
And there is no
To put the to Kim no, Kim no
Yes I'm telling you from the
I will your little heart (uh huh)
nothing you can do
So just the don
is no word you can say
That it would offend the Kim no, better

I'm gonna, murder them, murder
Any I'm gon' murder them
I'm gonna, blow off whip
Blow off 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 spit my lyrics
But I'm gwan, I'm not gon' put up with
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 what's to me
Live from
The livest one, we right here, we right here, we right

All y'all, let it go, no Hov'
years since Doubt drop, eleven million records sold
Five nigga, 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
Jay everyday, no days off
No jewels drippin' and I took the off
You wanna rock with me? Slug you one
Put you back where stomach should be (ill)
I'm dangerous when tempted, left alone
Best believe the gun got Tourette
Beretta sounds 'Berreepp' when it's thrown
You're for a cold place, youngin', dress warm
Too much hustle, too easy to 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, peeved at
emcees
Y'all got some audacity
You sold a million, now you of me
Get off my dick, kick it

Love for BI? bust one in the sky
Haters watch back
We might one in ya eye
It's going tonight
So don't get line
men've tri-ed
But 'nuff di-ed
Biggie crowned me, Queen Bitch forever
Even left me this and an iced out tiara
What?! the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck
With this Brooklynite
Blow you off the
This girl, troubled no-one
But if you trouble girl
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 call em I see them G
You niggas like me
my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, at these
emcees
Y'all got some audacity
You a million, now you half of me
Get off my dick, it bitch

Bum bum BI bum bum
a bum bum
a bum bum