Luyện nghe bài hát Shether

Nicki & Remy Ma]
Remy!
(Word)
You know Free Remy!
Fuck you, 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 forgettin' that I you before, bitch?
(Fuck Minaj!)

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

They told you whole career I'd come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha!
I told you I wasn't about 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
be honest, you stole that line 'bout bitches bein' your sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talkin' about knives to a fight with guns
When the only 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
your ass dropped
Now I don't think y'all how bad her ass got
The implants she had put in her ass popped
I was like, "Damn, 90 and you couldn't have box?
Did she at least compensate? Start givin' you mad
Her name Minaj, She ain't 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 the same tune
Locked me up, threw away my keys, threw away my
Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, greens
News, "Her career's 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
Then got with the dude that told you on some creep
But happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G shit
Left him and took a pic with the dude he had with?
And we all know it was a beef that you
Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, this retarded
Now you gotta die, you dearly
Bloodbath when I catch you, a 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 hoochie
Now all of a sudden you back with Drake and
After he said you sucked his dick, you back with
Who next: Puff, Deb, or You a A-list groupie
And to be the of Rap, you gotta actually rap
The whole industry that your shit is a wrap
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can't have a
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 Pussy Galore, Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Songz
Coke head, you cheated on man with Ebro
I might leak the footage of you sniffin' them ski
They gassin' you up, but you 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 Barbie chain back?
I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your chain yapped
Tried to front in February, catch you in that
you how to use your name, you be usin' your name wack
I'm sayin', how you mix with a Minaj?
I'ma park this bitch, put Nicki in the
I'm gettin' money like Barnes, I'm the big homie
I responded in than 48 Hours; Nick Nolte
close like Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge
Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas
You like Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch
Only the kids believe in you St. Nick
Now when I Nick at Nite, they won't 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' "Miley, what's good?"
Hannah Montana, she was always happy
You fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah don't carry
Tried to Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't Swift enough
Pillsbury Remy 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 fucked Wayne—how stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, I'll expose you, I'm kind of a
You yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
'Cause you was his dick
And now he tired of nookie
You claimed you never Drake
Now that's where you 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 lie on their pussy
And stop 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, promotions come out of budget
Endorsements, tour and merchandise, 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
comparin' yourself to Jay, you not like him
You a worker, not a boss like Rem
done, them pop chicks 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 me to a deaf bitch
And usually I have for the impaired
But not when you hard of hearin' from gonorrhea
But you point your at me? I'm the bad girl
she the one out here misleadin' the black girls?
All these asses influenced by that girl
Dyin' botched surgeries—what 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 moms of the young
Guess who supports a child molester? Nicki
You paid for your wedding? That's hella foul
How you money to support a pedophile?
He a walkin' man, sendin' threats to him
I guess that's why they you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin' about your money long and foreign sick
Why you ain't help bro hide his cum from forensics?
You probably overseas, foreign sick
Thought you could fuck me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in pants
We call that Jelani, get it? Semen in pants
Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got bitter
Yeah, you think you Drake and I'm Twitter fingers
VH1, watch
You got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hopbitch

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