Luyện nghe bài hát Shether

Nicki & Remy 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' that I pressed you before,
(Fuck Minaj!)

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

They told you your whole career I'd come and kill you, right? Ha-ha!
I told you I wasn't talkin' about dumb ass
It looks stupid, you literally got a 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 your sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talkin' bringin' knives to a fight with guns
When the shot you ever took was in your buns
And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me ass dropped
He fuck you for three months
Because your ass
Now I don't y'all understand how bad her ass got
The that 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 Minaj, right? She ain't throw you some bad thots?"
He said "Nah," that's when I knew you was really a bop
You was screamin' "Free Remy!" when I was doomed
But now that they freed Remy, you don't the same tune
Locked me up, threw my keys, threw away my weaves
Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, greens
Daily News, "Her over," "She was kinda stupid,"
But you saw a 'cause you a opportunist
Left your Day 1 'cause you he was on some cheat shit
Then got the dude that told you on some creep shit
But what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G
Left him and took a pic with the he had beef with?
And we all know it was a that you started
out of your ass, this bitch retarded
Now you gotta die, you dearly
Bloodbath when I catch you, a real red
Now what I'ma do, just stick to the facts
so scared of my future, got this bitch goin' backwards
Been through mad crews, you disloyal
Now all of a sudden you with Drake and Tunechi?
After he said you sucked his dick, you back Gucci?
Who next: Puff, Deb, or You a A-list groupie
And to be the of Rap, you gotta actually rap
The whole industry know your shit is a wrap
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you have a ghostwriter
And why this is my house; Flo Rida
Niggas done seen Drake pennin', pennin'
And since first boyfriend left, bitch ain't winnin'
You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm
You can't get her online without
Mentionin' guns, you Pussy Galore, James
Only time you touch a is when you fucked Trey Songz
Coke head, you cheated on your man Ebro
I might leak the footage of you sniffin' ski slopes
gassin' you up, but you been on E, though
"Pills and Potions," yep, you on E, hoe
Got your ghostwriters back, so you 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 with a Minaj?
I'ma park bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm gettin' money like Barnes, I'm the big homie
I in less than 48 Hours; Nick Nolte
Gettin' close like Jonas, grippin' the gauge
Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Cage
You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake,
Only the kids in you; you St. Nick
Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, they understand it
I'm Wild'n Out, to hit Nick with the Cannon
How are you on the VMAs, like you hood?
Way the stage, talkin' about "Miley, what's good?"
Hannah Montana, she was always happy
You only fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah don't
Tried to disrespect 'cause 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, I'll expose you, I'm kind of a
You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the of a rookie
you was suckin' his dick
And now he tired of nookie
You claimed you never Drake
Now that's you took me
You the whole Empire—who you tryin' to be, Cookie?
Boogie Bronx, I come out of the Boogie
To let you know real bitches never lie on pussy
And stop numbers, you signed a 360 deal
Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through
Which means your money go through niggas before you touch it
Any videos, promotions out of your budget
Endorsements, tour and merchandise, finger-fuck it
You make, like, 35 cents off of ducat
I own my masters, bitch,
So for every I do, you gotta do like ten
Stop comparin' to Jay, you not like him
You a worker, not a boss like Rem
You're done, them pop chicks get the news yet
Bitch, I pop chicks, yeah, and I'm the new vet
I rappers, and you good as dead, bitch
Talkin' shit about me to a bitch
And usually I have for the impaired
But not when you of hearin' from untreated gonorrhea
But you point your at me? I'm the bad girl
When she the one out here misleadin' the black
All these asses influenced by that girl
from botched surgeries—what a sad world!
But before the butt job, you was a
Suckin' for records, captain of the cum squad
And I got a few words for the moms of the Barbz
Guess who supports a molester? Nicki Minaj
You paid for your brother's wedding? hella foul
How you money to support a pedophile?
He a walkin' dead man, sendin' to him
I guess that's why call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
about your money long and your foreign sick
Why you ain't help your bro his cum from forensics?
You somewhere overseas, foreign sick
you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your
We that Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants
Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got bitter
Yeah, you think you Drake and I'm Twitter fingers
VH1, watch
You got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hopbitch

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