Luyện nghe bài hát Shether (Nicki Minaj Diss)

Nicki Minaj & Ma]
Remy!
(Word)
You know what? 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) Fuck your soul like shETHER
(Will) You the queen, I'll show you
(Not) Lipo ass and belly
(Lose) I you lost already

They told you your whole career I'd come home and kill you, 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 that you as
You get of the Day, yeah, you dumb ass
Let's be honest, you stole that line 'bout bein' your sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talkin' about bringin' knives to a fight with
When the only shot you ever took was in 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 don't think y'all how bad her ass got
The implants that she had put in her ass
I was like, "Damn, 90 days and you couldn't have
Did she at compensate? Start givin' you mad top?
Her name Minaj, She ain't throw you some bad thots?"
He said "Nah," that's I knew you was really a trash bop
You was screamin' "Free Remy!" when I was upstate
But now they freed Remy, you don't sing the same tune
Locked me up, threw my keys, threw away my weaves
Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, greens
Daily News, "Her career's over," "She was 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 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 you started
Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, this bitch
Now you gotta die, you dearly
Bloodbath when I catch you, a real red
Now I'ma do, I'ma just stick to the facts
so scared of my future, got this bitch goin' backwards
Been mad crews, you disloyal hoochie
Now all of a sudden you 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 that shit is a wrap
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can't have a
And why this is my house; Flo Rida
Niggas seen Drake pennin', Wayne pennin'
And since your boyfriend left, bitch ain't winnin'
You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm
You get her online without Safaree
Mentionin' guns, you Galore, James Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is when you Trey Songz
head, you cheated on your man with Ebro
I leak the footage 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 ghostwriters back, so you you lit
Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster,
I'm supposed to be
you bought your Barbie chain back?
I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your chain yapped
to front in February, catch you in that Maybach
Show you how to use your name, you be your name wack
I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki with a
park this bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm gettin' money like Barnes, I'm the big homie
I responded in less 48 Hours; Nick Nolte
Gettin' close like Nick Jonas, the gauge
Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Cage
You animated Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch
Only the believe in you; you St. Nick
Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, they won't it
I'm Wild'n Out, to hit Nick with the Cannon
How are you on the VMAs, actin' like you
Way the stage, talkin' about "Miley, what's good?"
That's Hannah Montana, she was happy
You only fronted on 'cause Mariah don't carry
Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't Swift
Pillsbury Doughgirl; Remy the biscuit up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy when they me
Best thing that ever happened to you was they booked me
You you never fucked Wayne—how stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, I'll you, I'm kind of a bully
You named yourself Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
'Cause you was suckin' his
And now he of your nookie
You claimed you fucked 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 never lie on pussy
And stop talkin' numbers, you a 360 deal
Through Young Money, through Money, through Republic
means your money go through five niggas before you touch it
Any videos, promotions out of your budget
Endorsements, tour and merchandise, they it
You make, like, 35 cents off of 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 motherfuckin' worker, not a boss 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' about me to a deaf bitch
And usually I have sympathy for the
But not when you hard of hearin' from gonorrhea
But you point fingers at me? I'm the bad girl
When she the one out here the black girls?
All these fake asses influenced by that
Dyin' from surgeries—what a sad world!
But before the butt job, you was a
Suckin' cock for records, of the cum squad
And I got a few words for the of the young Barbz
Guess who supports a molester? Nicki Minaj
You paid for your brother's That's hella foul
How you spendin' to support a pedophile?
He a dead man, sendin' threats to him
I guess that's why call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin' about your money long and foreign sick
Why you ain't your bro hide his cum from forensics?
You probably somewhere overseas, foreign
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 bitter
Yeah, you must think you Drake and I'm fingers
VH1, watch
You just got bodied by a & Hip-Hopbitch

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