Luyện nghe bài hát Shether (Nicki Minaj Diss)

Nicki & Remy Ma]
Remy!
(Word)
You know Free Remy!
Fuck you, Remy!
(Fuck Minaj!)
Are you
You wore a pink chicken wing chain (Are you dumb?)
You had a leopard beehive on head (Are you dumb?)
(Fuck Minaj!)
Are you forgettin' I pressed you before, bitch?
(Fuck Minaj!)

(I) Fuck with soul like shETHER
(Will) You the queen, I'll show you
(Not) Lipo ass and belly
(Lose) I prove you already

They told you your whole career I'd come and kill you, right? Ha-ha!
I told you I wasn't talkin' about your ass
It looks stupid, you got a dumb ass
cray, and we all know that you dumb as
You get of the Day, yeah, you dumb ass
Let's be honest, you stole that line 'bout bitches bein' your sons—how you my '09 jail tweet and run?
about bringin' knives to a fight with guns
When the only shot you ever was in your buns
And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me ass dropped
He fuck you for three months
Because ass dropped
Now I don't think understand how bad her ass got
The implants that she had put in her ass
I was like, "Damn, 90 days and you couldn't box?
Did she at least Start givin' you mad top?
Her name Minaj, right? She throw you some bad thots?"
He said "Nah," that's when I knew you was really a bop
You was "Free Remy!" when I was upstate doomed
But now that they freed Remy, you sing the same tune
Locked me up, threw away my keys, threw away my
me from 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 Day 1 'cause you heard he was on some cheat shit
Then got with the that told you on some creep shit
But what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on G shit
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 your ass, this retarded
Now you gotta die, you dearly
Bloodbath when I you, a real red carpet
Now what I'ma do, just stick to the facts
so scared of my future, got this bitch goin' backwards
Been through mad crews, you disloyal
Now all of a you back with Drake and Tunechi?
After he said you sucked his dick, you with Gucci?
Who next: Puff, Deb, or You a A-list groupie
And to be the Queen of Rap, you actually rap
The whole 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
Niggas done seen Drake pennin', pennin'
And since your first boyfriend left, bitch winnin'
You a troll, a Web browser, I'm sorry
You can't get her online without
Mentionin' guns, you Pussy Galore, Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Songz
Coke head, you cheated on your man with
I might leak the footage of you them ski slopes
They gassin' you up, but you been on E,
"Pills and Potions," yep, you on E, hoe
Got your ghostwriters back, so you you lit
Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster,
I'm to be scared
you bought your Barbie chain back?
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' name wack
I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki with a
I'ma park this bitch, put in the garage
I'm gettin' money like Barnes, I'm the big homie
I responded in less 48 Hours; Nick Nolte
Gettin' like Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge
Then off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage
You like Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch
Only the kids 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, talkin' about "Miley, good?"
That's Hannah Montana, she was always
You only fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah carry
Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor Swift enough
Pillsbury Remy pick the biscuit up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy they took me
Best thing ever happened to you was when they booked me
You said you never fucked Wayne—how I look, B?
Get the picture, I'll you, I'm kind of a bully
You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the of a rookie
'Cause you was his dick
And now he tired of nookie
You claimed you fucked Drake
Now where you took me
You fucked the whole Empire—who you to be, Cookie?
Down Bronx, I come out of the Boogie
To let you know real bitches lie on their pussy
And stop talkin' numbers, you a 360 deal
Through Young Money, Cash Money, through Republic
Which your money go through five niggas before you touch it
Any videos, promotions come out of your
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
Stop comparin' to Jay, you not like 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
Talkin' shit about me to a bitch
And I have sympathy for the impaired
But not you hard of hearin' from untreated gonorrhea
But you point your fingers at me? I'm the bad
When she the one out misleadin' the black girls?
All these asses influenced by that girl
from botched surgeries—what a sad world!
But before the butt job, you was a
Suckin' for records, captain of the cum squad
And I got a few words for the moms of the young
who supports a child molester? Nicki Minaj
You paid for your brother's wedding? That's hella
How you spendin' money to support a
He a walkin' dead man, sendin' to him
I guess that's why they call you Barbie, you was to Ken
Talkin' your money long and your foreign sick
Why you ain't help your bro hide his cum forensics?
You probably somewhere overseas, sick
Thought you could with me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in pants
We that Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants
Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got bitter
Yeah, you think you Drake and I'm Twitter fingers
VH1, watch
You just got 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
was both duds, just like every other one was duds
Just 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!