Luyện nghe bài hát Shether

Nicki Minaj & Ma]
Remy!
(Word)
You know Free Remy!
you, Free Remy!
(Fuck Minaj!)
Are you
You wore a pink chicken wing chain (Are you dumb?)
You had a beehive on your head (Are you dumb?)
(Fuck Minaj!)
Are you that I pressed you before, bitch?
(Fuck Minaj!)

(I) Fuck your soul like shETHER
(Will) You ain't the queen, show you
(Not) Lipo your ass and
(Lose) I prove you already

They told you your whole I'd come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha!
I told you I wasn't talkin' your dumb ass
It looks stupid, you got a dumb ass
Talkin' cray, and we all know that you as
You get Donkey of the Day, yeah, you ass
Let's be honest, you stole that line 'bout bitches bein' your sons—how you take my '09 tweet and run?
Talkin' about bringin' knives to a fight guns
When the only you ever took was in your buns
And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me ass dropped
He couldn't fuck you for three
your ass dropped
Now I don't think understand how bad her ass got
The implants she had put in her ass popped
I was like, "Damn, 90 days and you have box?
Did she at least Start givin' you mad top?
Her name Minaj, right? She ain't throw you bad thots?"
He said "Nah," that's I knew you was really a trash bop
You was "Free Remy!" when I was upstate doomed
But now that they freed Remy, you don't the same tune
Locked me up, threw away my keys, away my weaves
Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, greens
News, "Her career's over," "She was kinda stupid,"
But you saw a opportunity 'cause you a
Left your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on some cheat
Then got with the dude that told you on creep shit
But what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on G shit
Left him and took a pic with the he had beef with?
And we all know it was a beef that you
Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, this retarded
Now you gotta die, you departed
Bloodbath when I catch you, a red carpet
Now what I'ma do, I'ma just to the facts
so scared of my future, got this bitch goin' backwards
Been through mad crews, you disloyal
Now all of a you back with Drake and Tunechi?
After he said you sucked his dick, you back with
Who Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You a A-list groupie
And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta rap
The whole industry know that shit is a wrap
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can't a ghostwriter
And that's why this is my Flo Rida
done seen Drake pennin', Wayne pennin'
And since your first boyfriend left, bitch ain't
You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm
You get her online without Safaree
guns, you Pussy Galore, James Bond
Only time you touch a is when you fucked Trey Songz
Coke head, you cheated on your man with
I might leak the of you sniffin' them ski slopes
They gassin' you up, but you on E, though
"Pills and Potions," yep, you on E, hoe
Got your back, so you think you lit
Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster,
I'm to be scared
'Cause you bought Barbie chain back?
I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your Barbie yapped
Tried to front in February, catch you in that
Show you how to use your name, you be usin' your wack
I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki with a
I'ma park this bitch, put in the garage
I'm gettin' money Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie
I in less than 48 Hours; Nick Nolte
Gettin' close Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge
blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage
You like Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch
Only the kids in you; you St. Nick
Now when I shoot at Nite, they won't understand it
I'm Wild'n Out, 'bout to hit Nick with the
How are you on the VMAs, actin' like you
Way across the stage, talkin' "Miley, what's good?"
That's Hannah Montana, she was always
You only fronted on Mariah Mariah don't carry
Tried to disrespect Taylor Taylor wasn't Swift enough
Pillsbury Doughgirl; Remy the biscuit up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was when they took me
Best thing that ever happened to you was when they me
You said you fucked Wayne—how stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, expose you, I'm kind of a bully
You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the of a rookie
you was suckin' his dick
And now he tired of nookie
You you never fucked Drake
Now that's you took me
You fucked the whole Empire—who you to be, Cookie?
Boogie Down Bronx, I come out of the
To let you know real bitches never lie on their
And stop talkin' numbers, you signed a 360
Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through
Which means your money go through five niggas before you it
Any videos, promotions come out of budget
Endorsements, and merchandise, they finger-fuck it
You make, like, 35 off of each ducat
I own my masters, bitch,
So for every I do, you gotta do like ten
comparin' yourself to Jay, you not like him
You a worker, not a boss like Rem
You're done, pop chicks ain't get the news yet
Bitch, I pop chicks, yeah, and I'm the new vet
I kill rappers, and you good as dead,
shit about me to a deaf bitch
And I have sympathy for the impaired
But not when you hard of hearin' untreated gonorrhea
But you your fingers at me? I'm the bad girl
When she the one out here misleadin' the black
All these asses influenced by that girl
Dyin' botched surgeries—what a sad world!
But before the butt job, you was a
Suckin' cock for records, of the cum squad
And I got a few words for the moms of the Barbz
Guess who supports a child molester? Nicki
You paid for your brother's That's hella foul
How you money to support a pedophile?
He a dead man, sendin' threats to him
I that's why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin' about your long and your foreign sick
Why you ain't help your bro hide his cum forensics?
You probably somewhere overseas, foreign
Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in pants
We call that Jelani, get it? Semen in your
Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got fingers
Yeah, you think you Drake and I'm Twitter fingers
VH1, this
You just got bodied by a & Hip-Hopbitch

Don't ever in your fuckin' play with me
on the set!
You tried it on the Rae record
You tried it on little freestyle
They was both duds, just like every other one was
like this last one was a dud
But what you not gonna do is subbin' me
Big... Pun!
I send a headshot, you dead, bitch!
not lose!