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 wing chain (Are you dumb?)
You had a leopard beehive on your (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, I'll you
(Not) Lipo ass and belly
(Lose) I prove you already

They told you your whole career I'd home and kill 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 you dumb as
You get Donkey of the Day, yeah, you ass
Let's be honest, you stole that line 'bout bitches bein' sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
about bringin' knives to a fight with guns
When the only shot you took was in your buns
And I saw at All-Star, he told me your ass dropped
He fuck you for three months
Because ass dropped
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 Minaj, right? She ain't throw you some bad thots?"
He "Nah," that's when I knew you was really a trash bop
You was screamin' "Free Remy!" when I was doomed
But now that freed Remy, you don't sing the same tune
Locked me up, threw away my keys, threw my weaves
Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, greens
Daily News, "Her over," "She was kinda stupid,"
But you saw a opportunity 'cause you a
Left your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on some shit
Then got with the dude that you on some creep shit
But what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G
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 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 stick to the facts
Bitch so scared of my future, got this goin' backwards
Been mad crews, you disloyal hoochie
Now all of a sudden you back with and Tunechi?
After he 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 actually rap
The industry know that your shit 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, ain't winnin'
You a troll, a Web browser, I'm sorry
You can't get her online Safaree
Mentionin' guns, you Pussy Galore, Bond
Only time you touch a is when you fucked Trey Songz
head, you cheated on your man with Ebro
I might leak the footage of you them ski slopes
gassin' 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 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 that
Show you how to use your name, you be usin' your name
I'm sayin', how you mix with a Minaj?
I'ma this bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm gettin' money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big
I in less than 48 Hours; Nick Nolte
Gettin' close like Jonas, grippin' the gauge
Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas
You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake,
Only the believe in you; you St. Nick
Now when I shoot at Nite, they won't understand it
I'm Wild'n Out, 'bout to hit Nick with the
How are you on the VMAs, like you hood?
Way across the stage, talkin' "Miley, what's good?"
Hannah Montana, she was always happy
You only fronted on 'cause Mariah don't carry
Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause wasn't Swift enough
Pillsbury Doughgirl; Remy the biscuit up
I'm Bitch, you was happy when they took me
Best thing ever happened to you was when they booked me
You you never fucked Wayne—how stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, I'll expose you, I'm of a bully
You named yourself Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
'Cause you was his dick
And now he tired of nookie
You claimed you fucked Drake
Now that's you took me
You fucked the whole you tryin' 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, Cash Money, through Republic
Which means money go through five niggas before you touch it
Any videos, promotions come out of budget
Endorsements, and merchandise, they finger-fuck it
You make, like, 35 off of each ducat
I own my masters, bitch,
So for every I do, you gotta do like ten
comparin' yourself to Jay, you not like him
You a worker, not a boss 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
shit about me to a deaf bitch
And usually I sympathy for the impaired
But not when you hard of hearin' untreated gonorrhea
But you point your at me? I'm the bad girl
When she the one out here misleadin' the black
All these asses influenced by that girl
Dyin' from surgeries—what a sad world!
But before the job, you was a Spongebob
Suckin' cock for records, of the cum squad
And I got a few for the moms of the young Barbz
Guess who supports a child Nicki Minaj
You paid for your wedding? That's hella foul
How you spendin' to support a pedophile?
He a walkin' dead man, sendin' 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 bro hide his cum from forensics?
You probably somewhere overseas, sick
Thought you fuck with 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 fingers, you got bitter fingers
Yeah, you think you Drake and I'm Twitter fingers
VH1, this
You got bodied 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 it on your little 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 a fuckin' headshot, you dead, bitch!
not lose!