Luyện nghe bài hát Shether

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

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

They told you your whole career I'd come home and you, right? Ha-ha!
I told you I wasn't talkin' about your 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 'bout bitches bein' your sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talkin' about bringin' knives to a fight with
When the only you ever took was in your buns
And I saw at All-Star, he told me your ass dropped
He couldn't fuck you for months
your ass dropped
Now I don't think y'all 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 Start givin' you mad top?
Her name Minaj, right? She ain't you some bad thots?"
He said "Nah," that's when I you was really a trash bop
You was "Free Remy!" when I was upstate doomed
But now that they freed Remy, you sing the same tune
Locked me up, threw away my keys, threw my weaves
Snatched me from my son, to the back, state greens
News, "Her career's over," "She was kinda stupid,"
But you saw a opportunity 'cause you a
Left your Day 1 you heard he was on some cheat shit
got with the dude that told you on some creep shit
But what happened to Nah, on some G shit
Left him and a pic with the dude he had beef with?
And we all know it was a beef that you
Pillow-talkin' out of ass, this bitch retarded
Now you die, you dearly departed
Bloodbath I catch you, a real red carpet
Now what I'ma do, I'ma just to the facts
Bitch so of my future, got this bitch goin' backwards
Been through mad crews, you hoochie
Now all of a you back with Drake and Tunechi?
After he said you sucked his dick, you back Gucci?
Who next: Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You a A-list
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 can't a ghostwriter
And that's why this is my house; Flo
Niggas done seen Drake pennin', pennin'
And your first boyfriend left, bitch ain't winnin'
You a troll, a Web browser, I'm sorry
You get her online without Safaree
Mentionin' guns, you Pussy Galore, Bond
Only time you touch a is when you fucked Trey Songz
Coke head, you cheated on man with Ebro
I leak the footage of you sniffin' them ski slopes
They gassin' you up, but you 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 chain
I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get Barbie chain yapped
Tried to in February, catch you in that Maybach
Show you how to use name, you be usin' your name wack
I'm sayin', how you mix with a Minaj?
I'ma park bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie
I responded in less than 48 Hours; Nick
Gettin' close like Nick Jonas, grippin' the
Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Cage
You like Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch
Only the kids in you; you St. Nick
Now when I Nick at Nite, they won't understand it
I'm Wild'n Out, 'bout to hit Nick with the
How are you on the VMAs, actin' like you
Way the stage, talkin' about "Miley, what's good?"
That's Hannah Montana, she was always
You only fronted on Mariah Mariah don't carry
Tried to Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't Swift enough
Pillsbury Doughgirl; pick the biscuit up
I'm Bitch, you was happy when they took me
Best thing that ever to you was when they booked me
You said you never fucked stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, I'll expose you, I'm kind of a
You named yourself Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
'Cause you was his dick
And now he tired of your
You you never fucked 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 their
And talkin' numbers, you signed a 360 deal
Through Young Money, Cash Money, through Republic
Which means your go through five niggas before you touch it
Any videos, come out of your budget
Endorsements, and merchandise, they 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' yourself to Jay, you not him
You a motherfuckin' worker, not a like Rem
You're done, them pop chicks get the news yet
Bitch, I pop chicks, yeah, and I'm the new vet
I kill rappers, and you as dead, bitch
Talkin' shit about me to a deaf
And usually I have sympathy for the
But not when you hard of hearin' from untreated
But you point fingers at me? I'm the bad girl
When she the one out here the black girls?
All these fake influenced by that girl
from botched surgeries—what a sad world!
But before the 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
who supports a child 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 they you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin' about your money long and your sick
Why you ain't help bro hide his cum from forensics?
You probably somewhere overseas, foreign
Thought you could with 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 think you Drake and I'm fingers
VH1, watch
You just got by a Love & Hip-Hopbitch

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
Just this last one was a dud
But what you not gonna do is keep me
Big... Pun!
I a fuckin' headshot, you dead, bitch!
not lose!