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 you from the start
I will break your little (uh huh)
There's you can do
So just 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 murder them
I'm gonna, blow off whip
off they whip
All you frontin' emcees, I'm gonna, blow off your
When I'm gone, you will my shit
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 jealous niggas me sick
See, I got all day
Some-fuckin'-body pay
Got things to do and to be
I'm 'bout to take back 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 Doubt drop, eleven million records sold
nigga, volume two
Dogs who be grinnin, they
Try to get out of line, four pendin'
niggas got it coming, say May-June
Six albums dropped cock-suckers tuned
It's Jay everyday, no off
No jewels drippin' and I the shades off
You wanna rock with me? you one comfortably
Put you back where stomach should be (ill)
I'm dangerous when tempted, best alone
believe the gun got Tourette Syndrome
Beretta like 'Berreepp' when it's thrown
You're for a cold place, youngin', dress warm
Too hustle, too easy 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
Weak emcees, with
Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see G
You sound like 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

for BI? Then bust one in the sky
Haters your back
We bust one in ya eye
It's going down
So don't get line
men've tri-ed
But 'nuff men-a
crowned me, Miss Queen Bitch forever
Even left me thrown and an iced out tiara
What?! What the fuck, who the fuck, wanna
With this Brooklynite
you off the planet
This girl, never troubled
But if you trouble girl
It gwan bum bum (wha?!)
a bum bum

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