Luyện nghe bài hát Shether

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

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

told you your whole career I'd come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha!
I you I wasn't talkin' about your dumb ass
It looks stupid, you literally got a ass
Talkin' cray, and we all know you dumb as
You get of the Day, yeah, you dumb ass
Let's be honest, you that line 'bout bitches bein' your sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
about 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 think y'all 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 least compensate? Start givin' you mad
Her name Minaj, right? She throw you some bad thots?"
He said "Nah," that's I knew you was really a trash bop
You was screamin' "Free Remy!" I was upstate doomed
But now that they freed Remy, you don't sing the tune
Locked me up, away my keys, threw away my weaves
Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, greens
Daily News, "Her career's over," "She was stupid,"
But you saw a opportunity 'cause you a
your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on some cheat shit
Then got with the dude that told you on some creep
But what to Omeeka? Nah, on some G shit
Left him and took a pic with the he had beef with?
And we all know it was a beef you started
Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, bitch retarded
Now you die, you dearly departed
when I catch you, a real red carpet
Now I'ma do, I'ma just stick to the facts
Bitch so scared of my future, got bitch goin' backwards
Been mad crews, you disloyal hoochie
Now all of a sudden you with Drake and Tunechi?
After he 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 actually rap
The industry know that your shit is a wrap
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you have a ghostwriter
And that's why this is my Flo Rida
Niggas done seen Drake pennin', Wayne
And since your first boyfriend left, bitch winnin'
You a troll, a Web browser, I'm sorry
You can't get her online without
guns, you Pussy Galore, James Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is you fucked Trey Songz
Coke head, you on your man with Ebro
I might leak the of you sniffin' them ski slopes
They 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 your Barbie back?
I'll to "Ante Up," you'll get your Barbie chain yapped
Tried to in February, catch you in that Maybach
Show you how to use your name, you be usin' name wack
I'm sayin', how you mix with a Minaj?
I'ma park this bitch, put 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 Nick Jonas, grippin' the
Then off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage
You animated Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch
Only the believe in you; 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, actin' you hood?
Way the stage, talkin' about "Miley, what's good?"
That's Hannah Montana, she was happy
You fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah don't carry
Tried to disrespect 'cause Taylor wasn't Swift enough
Pillsbury Remy pick the biscuit up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy when took me
Best that ever happened to you was when they booked me
You you never fucked Wayne—how stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, I'll you, I'm kind of a bully
You named Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
'Cause you was his dick
And now he tired of your
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 real bitches never lie on their pussy
And stop talkin' numbers, you a 360 deal
Through Young Money, through Cash Money, Republic
Which means your money go through niggas before you touch it
Any videos, promotions come out of your
Endorsements, tour and merchandise, they 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 yourself to Jay, you not like him
You a motherfuckin' worker, not a 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 rappers, and you good as dead, bitch
Talkin' shit about me to a deaf
And usually I sympathy for the impaired
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 these fake asses influenced by girl
Dyin' from botched a sad world!
But the butt job, you was a Spongebob
Suckin' cock for records, captain of the cum
And I got a few words for the moms of the young
Guess who supports a child molester? Minaj
You paid for your brother's wedding? That's foul
How you spendin' to support a pedophile?
He a walkin' man, sendin' threats to him
I guess why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin' your money long and your foreign sick
Why you ain't your bro hide his cum from forensics?
You probably somewhere overseas, sick
Thought you could fuck me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your
We call that Jelani, get it? 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 life play with me
on the set!
You it on the Rae Sremmurd record
You tried it on your little
They was both duds, 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 send a headshot, you dead, bitch!
not lose!