Luyện nghe bài hát Shether (Nicki Minaj Diss)

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

(I) with your soul like shETHER
(Will) You the queen, I'll show you
(Not) your 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 talkin' about your dumb 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 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 shot you ever took was in your
And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me ass dropped
He couldn't you for three months
Because ass dropped
Now I think y'all 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 have
Did she at compensate? Start givin' you mad top?
Her Minaj, right? She ain't throw you some bad thots?"
He said "Nah," that's when I you was really a trash bop
You was screamin' "Free Remy!" when I was doomed
But now that they freed Remy, you sing the same tune
Locked me up, threw away my keys, threw 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 you heard he was on some cheat shit
Then got with the dude that told you on creep shit
But happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G shit
Left him and took a pic with the dude he had beef
And we all it was a beef that you started
Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, bitch retarded
Now you gotta die, you dearly
Bloodbath when I you, a real red carpet
Now what I'ma do, I'ma stick to the facts
Bitch so of my future, got this bitch goin' backwards
Been through mad crews, you disloyal
Now all of a sudden you back with and Tunechi?
After he said you sucked his dick, you with Gucci?
Who next: Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You a A-list
And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta rap
The whole industry know that shit is a wrap
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can't a ghostwriter
And that's why this is my Flo Rida
done seen Drake pennin', Wayne pennin'
And since your first boyfriend left, bitch winnin'
You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm
You can't get her online without
Mentionin' guns, you Galore, James Bond
time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey Songz
Coke head, you cheated on man with Ebro
I might leak the footage of you 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 to be scared
'Cause you bought your Barbie back?
revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your Barbie chain yapped
Tried to front in February, catch you in Maybach
Show you how to use your name, you be usin' your name
I'm sayin', how you mix with a Minaj?
I'ma this bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm gettin' like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie
I in less than 48 Hours; Nick Nolte
close like Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge
Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas
You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake,
Only the believe in you; you St. Nick
Now when I Nick at Nite, they won't understand it
I'm Out, 'bout to hit Nick with the Cannon
How are you on the VMAs, like you hood?
Way across the stage, about "Miley, what's good?"
That's Hannah Montana, she was always
You only fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah 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
Best thing ever happened to you was when they booked me
You said you never fucked stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, I'll expose you, I'm kind of a
You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the of a rookie
you was suckin' his dick
And now he tired of nookie
You you never fucked Drake
Now that's you took me
You fucked the whole you tryin' to be, Cookie?
Boogie Down Bronx, I come out of the
To let you know real never lie on their pussy
And stop talkin' numbers, you signed a 360
Through Money, through Cash Money, through Republic
Which means your money go through niggas before you touch it
Any videos, promotions come out of your
Endorsements, and merchandise, they finger-fuck it
You make, like, 35 cents off of each
I own my masters, bitch,
So for every I do, you gotta do like ten
Stop yourself to Jay, you not like him
You a worker, not a boss like Rem
You're done, them pop chicks ain't get the yet
Bitch, I pop chicks, yeah, and I'm the new vet
I kill rappers, and you as dead, bitch
shit about me to a deaf bitch
And usually I sympathy for the impaired
But not when you hard of from untreated gonorrhea
But you your fingers at me? I'm the bad girl
When she the one out here misleadin' the girls?
All these fake influenced by that girl
Dyin' from botched 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 of the young Barbz
Guess who a child molester? Nicki Minaj
You paid for your wedding? That's hella foul
How you spendin' money to a pedophile?
He a walkin' dead man, sendin' 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 help your bro hide his cum from forensics?
You somewhere overseas, foreign sick
you could fuck with 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 must think you Drake and I'm fingers
VH1, watch
You just got bodied by a & Hip-Hopbitch

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