Luyện nghe bài hát Shether

Nicki & Remy Ma]
Remy!
(Word)
You know Free Remy!
Fuck you, Remy!
(Fuck Minaj!)
Are you
You wore a pink diamond chicken wing (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 like
(Will) You ain't the queen, I'll you
(Not) Lipo ass and belly
(Lose) I you lost already

They told you your whole 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
Talkin' cray, and we all know that you 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?
about bringin' knives to a fight with guns
When the only you ever took was in your buns
And I saw Meek at All-Star, he me your ass dropped
He couldn't you for three months
your ass dropped
Now I don't think understand how bad her ass got
The implants she had put in her ass popped
I was like, "Damn, 90 days and you couldn't box?
Did she at least compensate? Start you mad top?
Her name Minaj, right? She throw you some bad thots?"
He said "Nah," that's when I knew you was a trash bop
You was screamin' "Free Remy!" when I was upstate
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 over," "She was kinda stupid,"
But you saw a 'cause you a opportunist
Left your Day 1 'cause you he was on some cheat shit
got with the dude that told you on some creep shit
But what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on 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
when I catch you, a real red carpet
Now what I'ma do, just stick to the facts
Bitch so scared of my future, got this bitch goin'
Been through mad crews, you hoochie
Now all of a sudden you back Drake and Tunechi?
After he you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci?
Who next: Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You a A-list
And to be the Queen of Rap, you actually rap
The whole industry know that your is a wrap
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you have a ghostwriter
And that's why is my house; Flo Rida
Niggas done seen Drake pennin', Wayne
And your first boyfriend left, bitch ain't 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 a trigga is when 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 back, so you think you lit
Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster,
I'm supposed to be
'Cause you bought your Barbie chain
I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your chain yapped
Tried to front in February, you in that Maybach
Show you how to use your name, you be usin' your wack
I'm sayin', how you mix with a Minaj?
I'ma park this bitch, put in the garage
I'm gettin' money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big
I responded in less than 48 Hours; Nolte
Gettin' like Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge
Then blaze off, Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage
You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake,
Only the believe in you; you St. Nick
Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, won't understand it
I'm Wild'n Out, to hit Nick with the Cannon
How are you on the VMAs, actin' you hood?
Way across the stage, talkin' about "Miley, good?"
That's Hannah Montana, she was always
You only fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah don't
Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor Swift enough
Pillsbury Remy pick the biscuit up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy when took me
thing that ever happened to you was when they booked me
You said you never Wayne—how stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, expose you, I'm kind of a bully
You yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
you was suckin' his dick
And now he tired of nookie
You you never fucked Drake
Now where you took me
You fucked the Empire—who you tryin' to be, Cookie?
Boogie Bronx, I come out of the Boogie
To let you know bitches never lie on their pussy
And talkin' numbers, you signed a 360 deal
Through Young Money, Cash Money, through Republic
Which means your money go through five niggas 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 sale I do, you gotta do ten
Stop comparin' yourself to Jay, you not him
You a motherfuckin' worker, not a boss Rem
done, them 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 have sympathy for the
But not when you of hearin' from untreated gonorrhea
But you your fingers at me? I'm the bad girl
When she the one out here misleadin' the black
All these asses influenced by that girl
Dyin' botched surgeries—what a sad world!
But before the butt job, you was a
Suckin' cock for records, captain of the cum
And I got a few words for the of the young Barbz
Guess who supports a child molester? Minaj
You paid for your brother's wedding? That's hella
How you spendin' money to a pedophile?
He a dead man, sendin' threats to him
I that's why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin' about your long and your foreign sick
Why you ain't your bro hide his cum from forensics?
You probably somewhere overseas, foreign
Thought you could fuck me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your
We call that Jelani, get it? Semen in pants
Uh, I got fingers, you got bitter fingers
Yeah, you must think you Drake and I'm fingers
VH1, this
You got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hopbitch

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