Luyện nghe bài hát Shether

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

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

They told you your whole career I'd come home and you, right? Ha-ha!
I you I wasn't talkin' about your dumb ass
It stupid, you literally got a dumb ass
Talkin' cray, and we all know that you as
You get of the Day, yeah, you dumb ass
Let's be honest, you stole that line bitches bein' your sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talkin' about knives to a fight with guns
When the shot you ever took was in your buns
And I saw Meek at All-Star, he me your ass dropped
He couldn't fuck you for months
your ass dropped
Now I don't y'all understand how bad her ass got
The implants that she had put in her ass
I was like, "Damn, 90 days and you couldn't box?
Did she at least compensate? Start givin' you mad
Her name Minaj, right? She ain't you some bad thots?"
He said "Nah," that's when I knew you was 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, away my keys, threw away my weaves
me from my son, braids to the back, state greens
Daily News, "Her career's over," "She was stupid,"
But you saw a 'cause you a opportunist
Left your Day 1 you heard he was on some cheat shit
Then got with the dude 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 that you started
Pillow-talkin' out of ass, this bitch retarded
Now you gotta die, you departed
when I catch you, a real red carpet
Now what I'ma do, I'ma just to the facts
so scared of my future, got this bitch goin' backwards
Been mad crews, you disloyal hoochie
Now all of a sudden you back with and Tunechi?
he said you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci?
Who next: Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You a groupie
And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta rap
The whole industry know that your is a wrap
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can't a ghostwriter
And why this is my house; Flo Rida
Niggas done seen pennin', Wayne pennin'
And since your first boyfriend left, bitch ain't
You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm
You can't get her without Safaree
Mentionin' guns, you Galore, James Bond
Only you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey Songz
Coke head, you cheated on man with Ebro
I might leak the footage of you sniffin' them ski
gassin' you up, but you been 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 your Barbie chain
I'll revert to "Ante Up," get your Barbie chain yapped
Tried to front in February, catch you in that
Show you how to use your name, you be usin' name wack
I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki a Minaj?
I'ma this bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm gettin' like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie
I responded in less than 48 Hours; Nolte
Gettin' like Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge
Then blaze off, Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage
You like Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch
Only the kids believe in you St. Nick
Now when I Nick at Nite, they won't understand it
I'm Wild'n Out, to hit Nick with the Cannon
How are you on the VMAs, like you hood?
Way across the stage, about "Miley, what's good?"
That's Montana, she was always happy
You only fronted on 'cause Mariah don't carry
Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't Swift
Pillsbury Doughgirl; Remy the biscuit up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy when took me
Best thing that ever happened to you was they booked 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 mind of a
'Cause you was suckin' his
And now he tired of nookie
You you never fucked Drake
Now where you took me
You the whole Empire—who you tryin' to be, Cookie?
Boogie Down Bronx, I out of the Boogie
To let you real bitches never lie on their pussy
And talkin' numbers, you signed a 360 deal
Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through
Which means money go through five niggas before you touch it
Any videos, come out of your budget
Endorsements, tour and merchandise, finger-fuck it
You make, like, 35 cents off of each
I own my masters, bitch,
So for every sale I do, you gotta do ten
Stop comparin' to Jay, you not like him
You a worker, not a boss like Rem
You're done, them pop chicks ain't get the yet
Bitch, I pop chicks, yeah, and I'm the new vet
I rappers, and you good as dead, bitch
Talkin' about me to a deaf bitch
And usually I have sympathy for the
But not when you hard of from untreated gonorrhea
But you your fingers at me? I'm the bad girl
she the one out here misleadin' the black girls?
All fake asses influenced by that girl
Dyin' from botched 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? Minaj
You paid for your brother's That's hella foul
How you spendin' money to a pedophile?
He a dead man, sendin' threats to him
I guess that's why they call you Barbie, you was to Ken
Talkin' your money long and your foreign sick
Why you ain't help bro hide his cum from forensics?
You probably overseas, foreign sick
Thought you could fuck me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your
We call that Jelani, get it? Semen in pants
Uh, I got fingers, you got bitter fingers
Yeah, you must think you Drake and I'm fingers
VH1, this
You just got bodied by a Love &

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