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 diamond chicken wing chain (Are you dumb?)
You had a leopard on your head (Are you dumb?)
(Fuck Minaj!)
Are you forgettin' that I pressed you before,
(Fuck Minaj!)

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

They told you your career I'd come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha!
I told you I wasn't about your dumb ass
It looks stupid, you literally got a ass
Talkin' cray, and we all 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 jail tweet and
Talkin' about 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 your ass
He fuck you for three months
Because your ass
Now I don't 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 box?
Did she at compensate? Start givin' you mad top?
Her name Minaj, right? She ain't throw you bad thots?"
He said "Nah," that's when I knew you was a trash bop
You was "Free Remy!" when I was upstate doomed
But now that they freed Remy, you don't sing the same
me up, threw away my keys, threw away my weaves
Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, state
Daily News, "Her over," "She was kinda stupid,"
But you saw a opportunity 'cause you a
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 Omeeka? Nah, on some G
Left him and took a pic 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 departed
Bloodbath when I you, a real red carpet
Now what 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 you back with Drake and Tunechi?
After he said you sucked his dick, you back with
Who next: Puff, Deb, or You a A-list groupie
And to be the of Rap, you gotta actually rap
The whole industry know that your shit is a
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can't a ghostwriter
And why this is my house; Flo Rida
done seen Drake pennin', Wayne 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
guns, you Pussy Galore, James Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is you fucked Trey Songz
Coke head, you on your man with Ebro
I might leak the footage of you sniffin' them ski
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
'Cause you bought your Barbie back?
revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your Barbie chain yapped
Tried to front in February, you in that Maybach
Show you how to use your name, you be usin' your wack
I'm sayin', how you mix with a Minaj?
I'ma park this bitch, put Nicki in the
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 blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Cage
You like Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch
Only the kids believe in you; you St.
Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, they won't it
I'm Wild'n Out, 'bout to hit with the Cannon
How are you on the VMAs, actin' you hood?
Way the stage, talkin' about "Miley, what's good?"
Hannah Montana, she was always happy
You only on Mariah 'cause Mariah don't carry
Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't Swift
Doughgirl; Remy pick the biscuit up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy when they me
Best thing that happened to you was when they booked me
You said you never fucked stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, expose you, I'm kind of a bully
You named Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
you was suckin' his dick
And now he tired of nookie
You claimed you fucked Drake
Now that's you took me
You the whole Empire—who you tryin' to be, Cookie?
Down Bronx, I come out of the Boogie
To let you know real never lie on their pussy
And stop numbers, you signed a 360 deal
Young Money, through Cash Money, through Republic
Which means your money go through five before you touch it
Any videos, promotions come out of your
Endorsements, tour and merchandise, finger-fuck it
You make, like, 35 cents off of ducat
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 motherfuckin' worker, not a boss Rem
You're done, them pop chicks ain't get the yet
Bitch, I pop chicks, yeah, and I'm the new vet
I rappers, and you good as dead, bitch
Talkin' about me to a deaf bitch
And usually I have 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 misleadin' the black girls?
All fake asses influenced by that girl
from botched surgeries—what a sad world!
But the butt job, you was a Spongebob
Suckin' for records, captain of the cum squad
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 foul
How you spendin' money to support a
He a walkin' dead man, threats to him
I that's why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin' about your money long and your sick
Why you ain't help your bro hide his cum from
You probably overseas, foreign sick
Thought you could fuck 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 fingers, you got bitter fingers
Yeah, you must you Drake and I'm Twitter fingers
VH1, watch
You just got bodied by a & Hip-Hopbitch

Don't ever in your fuckin' life 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 like 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!