Luyện nghe bài hát Shether

Nicki Minaj & Ma]
Remy!
(Word)
You what? Free Remy!
Fuck you, Remy!
(Fuck Minaj!)
Are you
You a pink diamond chicken wing chain (Are you dumb?)
You had a leopard on your head (Are you dumb?)
(Fuck Minaj!)
Are you forgettin' I pressed you before, bitch?
(Fuck Minaj!)

(I) Fuck with your soul like
(Will) You ain't the queen, I'll you
(Not) Lipo your ass and
(Lose) I prove you lost

They told you your whole career I'd come home and kill you, Ha-ha!
I you I wasn't talkin' about your dumb ass
It looks stupid, you got a dumb ass
cray, and we all know that you dumb as
You get Donkey of the Day, yeah, you ass
Let's be honest, you stole line 'bout bitches bein' your sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talkin' about bringin' to a fight with guns
When the shot you ever took was in your buns
And I saw at All-Star, he told me your 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 couldn't have
Did she at compensate? 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 screamin' "Free Remy!" when I was upstate
But now that they Remy, you don't sing the same tune
Locked me up, threw away my keys, threw away my
Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, state
Daily News, "Her career's over," "She was stupid,"
But you saw a opportunity you a opportunist
Left your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on cheat shit
Then got with the that told you on some creep shit
But what to Omeeka? Nah, on some G shit
Left him and took a pic with the dude he had with?
And we all know it was a beef you started
Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, this bitch
Now you gotta die, you dearly
when I catch you, a real red carpet
Now what I'ma do, I'ma just stick to the
Bitch so of my future, got this bitch goin' backwards
through mad crews, you disloyal hoochie
Now all of a you back with Drake and Tunechi?
he said you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci?
Who next: Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You a A-list
And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta rap
The whole industry know that your shit is a
No, to be the of Rap, you can't have a ghostwriter
And that's why this is my Flo Rida
Niggas done Drake pennin', Wayne pennin'
And since your first boyfriend left, bitch winnin'
You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm
You can't get her online Safaree
Mentionin' guns, you Pussy Galore, Bond
Only you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey Songz
Coke head, you on your man with Ebro
I leak the footage of you sniffin' them ski slopes
They gassin' you up, but you been on E,
"Pills and Potions," yep, you on E, hoe
Got your ghostwriters back, so you you lit
Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster,
I'm supposed to be
'Cause you bought your Barbie back?
I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your Barbie chain
Tried to in February, catch you in that Maybach
Show you how to use your name, you be usin' your name
I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki a Minaj?
park this bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm gettin' money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big
I responded in less 48 Hours; Nick Nolte
Gettin' close like Nick Jonas, the gauge
blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage
You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake,
Only the kids believe in you St. Nick
Now when I shoot at Nite, they won't understand it
I'm Out, 'bout to hit Nick with the Cannon
How are you on the VMAs, like you hood?
Way across the stage, talkin' about "Miley, good?"
Hannah Montana, she was always happy
You only fronted on 'cause Mariah don't carry
to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't Swift enough
Pillsbury Doughgirl; pick the biscuit up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy when they 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, I'll you, I'm kind of a bully
You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a
'Cause you was suckin' his
And now he tired of nookie
You claimed you fucked Drake
Now where you took me
You fucked the whole Empire—who you tryin' to be,
Boogie Bronx, I come out of the Boogie
To let you know real bitches lie on their pussy
And stop numbers, you signed a 360 deal
Young Money, through Cash Money, through Republic
Which means money go through five niggas before you touch it
Any videos, promotions come out of your
Endorsements, and merchandise, they finger-fuck it
You make, like, 35 cents off of ducat
I own my masters, bitch,
So for sale I do, you gotta do like ten
Stop comparin' to Jay, you not like him
You a motherfuckin' worker, not a boss Rem
You're done, them pop 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,
Talkin' shit about me to a deaf
And usually I have sympathy for the
But not you hard of hearin' from untreated gonorrhea
But you point fingers at me? I'm the bad girl
When she the one out misleadin' the black girls?
All these fake asses influenced by girl
Dyin' from surgeries—what a sad world!
But before the butt job, you was a
Suckin' cock for records, captain of the cum
And I got a few words for the moms of the Barbz
who supports a child molester? Nicki Minaj
You for your brother's wedding? That's hella foul
How you money to support a pedophile?
He a walkin' dead man, sendin' to him
I that's why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin' about your money long and your foreign
Why you ain't help your bro hide his cum from
You probably overseas, foreign sick
Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in pants
We that Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants
Uh, I got fingers, you got bitter fingers
Yeah, you must you Drake and I'm Twitter fingers
VH1, this
You just got bodied by a Love &

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