Luyện nghe bài hát Shether

Nicki & Remy Ma]
Remy!
(Word)
You what? Free Remy!
Fuck you, Remy!
(Fuck Minaj!)
Are you
You wore a diamond chicken wing 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 shETHER
(Will) You ain't the queen, show you
(Not) Lipo your ass and
(Lose) I prove you lost

They told you your career I'd come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha!
I told you I wasn't talkin' 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 that line 'bout bitches bein' your sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talkin' bringin' knives to a fight with guns
When the only shot you ever was in your buns
And I saw Meek at All-Star, he me your ass dropped
He couldn't fuck you for three
Because your ass
Now I don't think understand how bad her ass got
The that she had put in her ass popped
I was like, "Damn, 90 days and you have box?
Did she at least compensate? Start you mad top?
Her name Minaj, right? She ain't you some bad thots?"
He said "Nah," when I knew you was really a trash bop
You was "Free Remy!" when I was upstate doomed
But now they freed Remy, you don't sing the same tune
Locked me up, threw away my keys, threw away my
Snatched me from my son, to the back, state greens
Daily News, "Her career's over," "She was stupid,"
But you saw a 'cause you a opportunist
your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on some cheat shit
Then got with the that told you on some creep shit
But what happened to Nah, on some G shit
him and took a pic with the dude he had beef with?
And we all know it was a beef you started
Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, this retarded
Now you gotta die, you dearly
when I catch you, a real red carpet
Now what I'ma do, just stick to the facts
Bitch so of my future, got this bitch goin' backwards
Been through mad crews, you disloyal
Now all of a sudden you back with Drake and
After he said you sucked his dick, you back Gucci?
Who Puff, Deb, or Fendi? 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 of Rap, you can't have a ghostwriter
And that's why is my house; Flo Rida
done seen Drake pennin', Wayne pennin'
And since your first boyfriend left, bitch winnin'
You a troll, a Web browser, I'm sorry
You can't get her online without
Mentionin' guns, you Pussy Galore, Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey
head, you cheated on your man with 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 back, so you think you lit
Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster,
I'm supposed to be
'Cause you bought your chain back?
I'll revert to "Ante Up," get your Barbie chain yapped
Tried to front in February, catch you in Maybach
Show you how to use your name, you be usin' your wack
I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki with a
I'ma this bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm gettin' money Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie
I responded in less than 48 Nick Nolte
close like Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge
Then off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage
You like Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch
Only the kids in you; you St. Nick
Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, they understand it
I'm Wild'n Out, 'bout to hit with the Cannon
How are you on the VMAs, actin' like you
Way across the stage, talkin' about "Miley, good?"
That's Hannah Montana, she was always
You only fronted on Mariah 'cause don't carry
Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't enough
Pillsbury Remy pick the biscuit up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy when they me
Best thing that happened to you was when they booked me
You said you never Wayne—how stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, I'll expose you, I'm of a bully
You named Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
'Cause you was suckin' his
And now he tired of nookie
You claimed you fucked Drake
Now that's you took me
You fucked the whole Empire—who you to be, Cookie?
Down 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 Money, through Republic
Which means your go through five niggas before you touch it
Any videos, come out of your budget
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 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 rappers, and you good as dead, bitch
Talkin' shit about me to a deaf
And usually I have for the impaired
But not you hard of hearin' from untreated gonorrhea
But you point your fingers at me? I'm the bad
When she the one out here misleadin' the black
All fake asses influenced by that girl
Dyin' botched surgeries—what a sad world!
But before the job, you was a Spongebob
cock for records, captain of the cum squad
And I got a few words for the moms of the young
Guess who supports a child Nicki Minaj
You for your brother's wedding? That's hella foul
How you spendin' to support a pedophile?
He a walkin' dead man, threats to him
I guess that's why call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin' about money long and your foreign sick
Why you ain't help your bro hide his cum forensics?
You probably somewhere overseas, foreign
you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in pants
We call that Jelani, get it? in your pants
Uh, I got fingers, you got bitter fingers
Yeah, you think you Drake and I'm Twitter fingers
VH1, watch
You just got bodied by a & Hip-Hopbitch

Don't ever in your fuckin' life with me
on the set!
You tried it on the Rae Sremmurd
You tried it on your freestyle
was both duds, just like every other one was duds
Just 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!