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' that I you before, bitch?
(Fuck Minaj!)

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

told you your whole career I'd come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha!
I told you I talkin' about your dumb ass
It looks stupid, you literally got a 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 bitches bein' your you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talkin' about bringin' knives to a with guns
When the only you ever took was in your buns
And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me your ass
He fuck you for three months
Because 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 have box?
Did she at least compensate? Start you mad top?
Her Minaj, right? She ain't throw you some bad thots?"
He said "Nah," that's when I knew you was really a 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 away my keys, threw my weaves
Snatched me my son, braids to the back, state greens
News, "Her career's 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 dude told you on some creep shit
But what happened to Nah, on some G shit
Left him and took a pic with the he had beef with?
And we all know it was a that you started
Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, this bitch
Now you gotta die, you departed
when I catch you, a real red carpet
Now what I'ma do, I'ma just stick to the
Bitch so scared of my future, got this bitch backwards
through mad crews, you disloyal hoochie
Now all of a sudden you back Drake and Tunechi?
he said 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 your shit is a
No, to be the of Rap, you can't have a ghostwriter
And that's why is my house; Flo Rida
done seen Drake pennin', Wayne pennin'
And since your first boyfriend left, ain't winnin'
You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm
You can't get her without Safaree
guns, you Pussy Galore, James Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is when you Trey Songz
Coke head, you on your man with Ebro
I might leak the footage of you sniffin' ski slopes
gassin' you up, but you been 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 Maybach
you how to use your name, you be usin' your name wack
I'm sayin', how you mix with a Minaj?
I'ma this bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm gettin' money Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie
I responded in less than 48 Hours; Nolte
Gettin' close like Jonas, grippin' the gauge
Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas
You animated Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch
the kids believe in you; you St. Nick
Now I shoot 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' you hood?
Way the stage, talkin' about "Miley, what's good?"
That's Hannah Montana, she was happy
You only fronted on Mariah Mariah don't carry
Tried to disrespect Taylor Taylor wasn't Swift enough
Pillsbury Remy pick the biscuit up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was when they took me
Best thing that ever happened to you was when 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 yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
you was suckin' his dick
And now he tired of your
You you never fucked Drake
Now that's where you me
You fucked the whole you tryin' to be, Cookie?
Boogie Down Bronx, I out of the Boogie
To let you real bitches never lie on their pussy
And stop talkin' numbers, you a 360 deal
Young Money, through Cash Money, through Republic
Which means your money go through five before you touch it
Any videos, come out of your budget
Endorsements, tour and merchandise, they it
You make, like, 35 cents off of each
I own my masters, bitch,
So for every sale I do, you do like ten
comparin' 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 good as dead,
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 fingers at me? I'm the bad girl
When she the one out here misleadin' the black
All these asses influenced by that girl
Dyin' botched surgeries—what a sad world!
But the butt job, you was a Spongebob
Suckin' cock for records, of the cum squad
And I got a few words for the of the young Barbz
who supports a child molester? Nicki Minaj
You for your brother's wedding? That's hella foul
How you spendin' money to support a
He a walkin' man, sendin' threats to him
I guess why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin' your money long and your foreign sick
Why you ain't your bro hide his cum from forensics?
You probably somewhere overseas, sick
you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in pants
We call Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants
Uh, I got fingers, you got bitter fingers
Yeah, you must think you and I'm Twitter fingers
VH1, this
You just got by a Love & Hip-Hopbitch

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