Luyện nghe bài hát Shether (Nicki Minaj Diss)

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

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

They told you your whole career I'd come home and you, right? Ha-ha!
I told you I wasn't talkin' about dumb ass
It stupid, you literally 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 take my '09 tweet and run?
Talkin' about bringin' knives to a fight guns
When the only you ever took was in your buns
And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me your ass
He couldn't fuck you for months
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 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 when I you was really a trash bop
You was screamin' "Free Remy!" when I was doomed
But now that they Remy, you don't sing the same tune
Locked me up, away my keys, threw away my weaves
Snatched me my son, braids to the back, state greens
Daily News, "Her career's over," "She was stupid,"
But you saw a opportunity 'cause you a
Left your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on some cheat
got with the dude that told you on some creep shit
But what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on G shit
Left him and took a pic with the dude he had with?
And we all know it was a beef you started
Pillow-talkin' out of ass, this bitch retarded
Now you gotta die, you dearly
Bloodbath I catch you, a real red carpet
Now what I'ma do, I'ma just to the facts
Bitch so scared of my future, got this goin' backwards
Been through mad crews, you hoochie
Now all of a sudden you back Drake and Tunechi?
After he you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci?
Who next: Puff, Deb, or You a A-list groupie
And to be the Queen of Rap, you actually rap
The whole industry know that shit is a wrap
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you have a ghostwriter
And why this is my house; Flo Rida
Niggas seen Drake pennin', Wayne pennin'
And since your first boyfriend left, ain't winnin'
You a troll, a Web browser, I'm sorry
You can't get her online Safaree
Mentionin' guns, you Galore, James Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Songz
Coke head, you cheated on your man with
I might the footage of you sniffin' them ski slopes
They gassin' you up, but you been on E,
"Pills and Potions," yep, you on E, hoe
Got your back, so you think you lit
Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster,
I'm to be scared
'Cause you bought Barbie chain back?
I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your Barbie 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?
park this bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm gettin' money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big
I responded in less 48 Hours; Nick Nolte
Gettin' close Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge
Then off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage
You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake,
Only the kids believe in you St. Nick
Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, they understand it
I'm Wild'n Out, 'bout to hit Nick with the
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 disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor Swift 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 fucked Wayne—how I look, B?
Get the picture, I'll expose you, I'm 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 never Drake
Now where you took me
You fucked the whole Empire—who you tryin' to be,
Down Bronx, I come out of the Boogie
To let you know real bitches never lie on pussy
And talkin' numbers, you signed a 360 deal
Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through
Which means money go through five niggas before you touch it
Any videos, promotions out of your budget
Endorsements, tour and merchandise, finger-fuck it
You make, like, 35 cents off of ducat
I own my masters, bitch,
So for sale I do, you gotta do like ten
Stop comparin' yourself to Jay, you not 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 rappers, and you good as dead, bitch
shit about me to a deaf bitch
And usually I have sympathy for the
But not when you hard of from untreated gonorrhea
But you point fingers at me? I'm the bad girl
When she the one out here misleadin' the black
All fake asses influenced by that girl
Dyin' from botched a sad world!
But the butt job, you was a Spongebob
Suckin' cock for records, captain of the cum
And I got a few words for the moms of the young
Guess who supports a child Nicki Minaj
You paid for your brother's wedding? That's hella
How you spendin' money to a pedophile?
He a dead man, sendin' threats to him
I guess that's why they call you Barbie, you was 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, sick
Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in pants
We call that Jelani, get it? in your pants
Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got fingers
Yeah, you must think you Drake and I'm fingers
VH1, watch
You just got bodied by a Love &

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 duds, just like every other one was duds
like this last one was a dud
But what you not do is keep subbin' me
Big... Pun!
I send a headshot, you dead, bitch!
not lose!