Luyện nghe bài hát Shether

Nicki Minaj & Ma]
Remy!
(Word)
You know Free Remy!
Fuck you, Remy!
(Fuck Minaj!)
Are you
You wore a pink diamond 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) 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 told you I talkin' about your dumb ass
It stupid, you literally got a dumb ass
Talkin' cray, and we all know that you as
You get of the Day, yeah, you dumb ass
Let's be honest, you stole that line 'bout bitches bein' sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talkin' about bringin' to a fight with guns
the only shot you ever took was in your buns
And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me ass dropped
He couldn't fuck you for three
Because your ass
Now I think y'all 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 throw you bad thots?"
He said "Nah," that's when I knew you was a trash bop
You was screamin' "Free Remy!" I was upstate doomed
But now that they freed Remy, you don't sing the same
Locked me up, threw away my keys, threw away my
Snatched me my son, braids to the back, state greens
Daily News, "Her over," "She was kinda stupid,"
But you saw a opportunity you a opportunist
Left your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on some cheat
Then got with the that told you on some creep shit
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 that you started
Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, this retarded
Now you gotta die, you departed
Bloodbath when I you, a real red carpet
Now I'ma do, I'ma just stick to the facts
Bitch so scared of my future, got this bitch backwards
Been through mad crews, you disloyal
Now all of a sudden you back with Drake and
he said 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 whole industry that your shit is a wrap
No, to be the of Rap, you can't have a ghostwriter
And that's why this is my house; Flo
Niggas done seen Drake pennin', Wayne
And since first boyfriend left, bitch ain't winnin'
You a troll, a Web browser, I'm sorry
You can't get her without Safaree
Mentionin' guns, you Galore, James Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Songz
Coke head, you on your man with Ebro
I leak the footage of you sniffin' them ski slopes
gassin' you up, but you been on E, though
"Pills and Potions," yep, you on E, hoe
Got ghostwriters back, so you think you lit
Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster,
I'm supposed to be
'Cause you your Barbie chain back?
I'll to "Ante Up," you'll get your Barbie chain yapped
to front 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 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 Hours; Nolte
Gettin' like Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge
blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage
You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake,
the kids believe in you; you St. Nick
Now when I Nick at Nite, they won't understand it
I'm Wild'n Out, to hit Nick with the Cannon
How are you on the VMAs, actin' like you
Way across the stage, about "Miley, what's good?"
That's Hannah Montana, she was always
You only fronted on Mariah Mariah don't carry
Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't enough
Pillsbury Doughgirl; pick the biscuit up
I'm Bitch, you was happy when they 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, I'll expose you, I'm kind of a
You named yourself Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
you was suckin' his dick
And now he of your nookie
You claimed you never Drake
Now that's where you me
You fucked the Empire—who you tryin' to be, Cookie?
Boogie Down Bronx, I come out of the
To let you know real bitches lie on their pussy
And stop talkin' numbers, you signed a 360
Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through
Which means money go through five niggas before you touch it
Any videos, promotions come out of your
Endorsements, tour and merchandise, they it
You make, like, 35 off of each ducat
I own my masters, bitch,
So for sale I do, you gotta do like ten
Stop comparin' to Jay, you not like him
You a worker, not a boss like Rem
You're done, them pop ain't 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 for the impaired
But not when you hard of hearin' from untreated
But you your fingers at me? I'm the bad girl
she the one out here misleadin' the black girls?
All these fake influenced by that girl
Dyin' from botched a sad world!
But the butt job, you was a Spongebob
Suckin' for records, captain of the cum squad
And I got a few words for the of the young Barbz
Guess who supports a child Nicki Minaj
You paid for your brother's wedding? hella foul
How you money to support a pedophile?
He a walkin' dead man, threats to him
I that's why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin' about your money long and your sick
Why you ain't your bro hide his cum from forensics?
You probably somewhere overseas, sick
you could fuck with 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 trigger fingers, you got fingers
Yeah, you must think you and I'm Twitter fingers
VH1, watch
You got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hopbitch

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