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 the start
I will your little heart (uh huh)
nothing you can do
So just the don
There is no 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
off they whip
All you frontin' emcees, I'm gonna, blow off whip
When I'm gone, you appreciate 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 niggas make me sick
See, I got all day
gon' pay
Got to do and places to be
I'm 'bout to back what's owed to me
Live Bedford-Stuyvesant
The livest one, we right here, we right here, we here

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'
niggas got it coming, say May-June
Six albums dropped stay tuned
It's Jay everyday, no off
No jewels drippin' and I the shades off
You wanna rock with me? Slug you one
Put you where your stomach should be (ill)
I'm dangerous tempted, best left alone
Best believe the gun got Tourette
Beretta sounds like 'Berreepp' when thrown
You're heading for a cold place, youngin', 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
emcees, with these
Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em I see them G
You niggas sound me
my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, at these
Weak
Y'all niggas got some
You a million, now you half of me
Get off my dick, it bitch

Love for BI? bust one in the sky
Haters your back
We might one in ya eye
It's going tonight
So don't get line
Enough tri-ed
But 'nuff men-a
Biggie me, Miss Queen Bitch forever
left me this thrown and an iced out tiara
What?! What the fuck, who the fuck, wanna
With this bandit
Blow you off the
girl, never 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 em like I see them G
You niggas like 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

Bum bum BI bum bum
a bum bum
a bum bum