Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Bitch Pt. II

to the don
There's you can do
To make me run away from this here, this game here
And there is no
To put the to Kim no, Kim no
Yes I'm telling you from the
I will break your heart (uh huh)
There's you can do
So just the don
is no word you can say
That it offend the Kim no, better listen

I'm gonna, murder them, murder
Any competition I'm murder them
I'm gonna, blow off they
off they whip
All you frontin' emcees, I'm gonna, off your 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 this
I to God, you jealous 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 disrespectin
Four years since drop, eleven million 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 dropped cock-suckers tuned
It's Jay everyday, no off
No jewels drippin' and I took the off
You rock with me? Slug you one comfortably
Put you back your stomach should be (ill)
I'm dangerous tempted, best left alone
Best the gun got Tourette Syndrome
Beretta sounds 'Berreepp' when it's thrown
You're heading for a cold place, youngin', dress
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, peeved at
Weak emcees, these
Supreme balla like, I call 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 a million, now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it

for BI? Then bust one in the sky
Haters watch back
We bust one in ya eye
going down tonight
So don't get outta
men've tri-ed
But 'nuff men-a
Biggie crowned me, Miss Queen Bitch
Even left me this thrown and an iced out
What?! the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck
With Brooklynite bandit
Blow you off the
This girl, never 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, these
Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em I see them G
You sound like me
my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at
emcees
Y'all niggas got 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