Luyện nghe bài hát Shether

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

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

told you your whole career I'd come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha!
I told you I wasn't talkin' about dumb ass
It stupid, you literally got a dumb ass
Talkin' cray, and we all know you dumb as
You get Donkey of the Day, yeah, you ass
Let's be honest, you stole that line 'bout bein' your sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talkin' about knives to a fight with 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 months
Because ass dropped
Now I think y'all understand how bad her ass got
The that she had put in her ass popped
I was like, "Damn, 90 and you couldn't have box?
Did she at least compensate? Start givin' you mad
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 upstate
But now they freed Remy, you don't sing the same tune
Locked me up, threw 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 opportunity 'cause you a
Left Day 1 'cause you heard he was on some cheat shit
Then got with the dude that told you on creep shit
But happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G shit
Left him and took a pic with the dude he had beef
And we all it was a beef that you started
Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, bitch retarded
Now you gotta die, you dearly
Bloodbath when I catch you, a red carpet
Now I'ma do, I'ma 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 you back with Drake and Tunechi?
he said you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci?
Who next: Puff, Deb, or You a A-list 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 have a
And that's why this is my house; Flo
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 Safaree
Mentionin' guns, you Galore, James Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey
Coke head, you on your man with Ebro
I leak the footage of you sniffin' them ski slopes
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 supposed to be
you bought your Barbie chain back?
I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your Barbie yapped
to front 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 with a Minaj?
I'ma park this bitch, put in the garage
I'm money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie
I responded in 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 believe in you St. Nick
Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, they won't it
I'm Out, 'bout 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 Hannah Montana, she was happy
You fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah don't carry
to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't Swift enough
Pillsbury Doughgirl; Remy pick the up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy when took me
Best thing that happened to you was when they booked me
You said you never fucked stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, expose you, I'm kind of a bully
You yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
'Cause you was his dick
And now he tired of your
You claimed you never fucked
Now that's where you me
You fucked the whole Empire—who you tryin' to be,
Down Bronx, I come out of the Boogie
To let you real bitches never lie on their pussy
And stop numbers, you signed a 360 deal
Through Young Money, Cash Money, through Republic
Which means your money go five 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 sale I do, you gotta do ten
Stop comparin' to Jay, you not like him
You a motherfuckin' worker, not a like Rem
done, them 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,
Talkin' about me to a deaf bitch
And usually I have for the impaired
But not when you hard of from untreated gonorrhea
But you point your at me? I'm the bad girl
she the one out here misleadin' the black girls?
All these fake influenced by that girl
Dyin' from surgeries—what a sad world!
But before the job, you was a Spongebob
Suckin' for records, captain of the cum squad
And I got a few words for the of the young Barbz
Guess who supports a child molester? Nicki
You paid for brother's wedding? That's hella foul
How you spendin' to support a pedophile?
He a walkin' man, sendin' threats to him
I guess that's why they call you Barbie, you was to Ken
Talkin' about money long and your foreign sick
Why you ain't help your bro 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 Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants
Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got bitter
Yeah, you must think you and I'm Twitter fingers
VH1, watch
You just got bodied by a Love &

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