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 there is no
To put the to Kim no, Kim no
Yes I'm telling you the start
I will break your little (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, murder
Any I'm gon' murder them
I'm gonna, blow off they
Blow off they
All you frontin' emcees, I'm gonna, blow off your
When I'm gone, you appreciate my shit
When I'm gone, 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 to take back what's owed to me
Live Bedford-Stuyvesant
The livest one, we here, we right here, we right here

All y'all, let it go, no Hov'
Four years since Doubt drop, eleven records sold
Five nigga, two
who be grinnin, then they
Try to get out of line, cases pendin'
Three niggas got it coming, say
Six albums dropped stay tuned
Jay everyday, no days off
No jewels drippin' and I took the off
You wanna rock me? Slug you one comfortably
Put you where your stomach should be (ill)
I'm dangerous when tempted, best alone
Best believe the gun got 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 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
Weak emcees, with
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
emcees
Y'all niggas got some
You a million, now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it

Love for BI? bust one in the sky
watch your back
We might one in ya eye
It's going down
So get outta line
men've tri-ed
But 'nuff men-a
Biggie crowned me, Miss Queen Bitch
Even left me thrown and an iced out tiara
What?! the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck
this Brooklynite bandit
Blow you off the
girl, never troubled no-one
But if you this 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 em like I see them G
You niggas sound 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, it bitch

Bum bum BI bum bum
a bum bum
a bum bum