Luyện nghe bài hát Shether (Nicki Minaj Diss)

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

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

They told you your whole career I'd home and kill you, right? Ha-ha!
I told you I wasn't talkin' about 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 that line 'bout bitches bein' your sons—how you take my '09 jail and run?
about bringin' knives to a fight with guns
When the only shot you took was in your buns
And I saw Meek at All-Star, he me your 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 she had put in her ass popped
I was like, "Damn, 90 days and you couldn't have
Did she at least compensate? givin' you mad top?
Her name Minaj, She ain't throw you some bad thots?"
He "Nah," that's when I knew you was really a trash bop
You was screamin' "Free Remy!" when I was doomed
But now that they freed Remy, you don't 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
your 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 some G
Left him and took a pic the dude he had beef with?
And we all know it was a beef that you
Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, this bitch
Now you die, you dearly departed
Bloodbath when I catch you, a real red
Now I'ma 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 sudden you back with and Tunechi?
After he said you his dick, you back with Gucci?
Who next: Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You a A-list
And to be the Queen of Rap, you actually rap
The whole know that your shit is a wrap
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can't a ghostwriter
And that's why this is my house; Flo
Niggas done Drake pennin', Wayne pennin'
And since your first boyfriend left, bitch ain't
You a troll, a Web browser, I'm sorry
You can't get her online without
Mentionin' guns, you Pussy Galore, James
Only time you touch a trigga is you fucked Trey Songz
Coke head, you on your man with Ebro
I leak the footage of you sniffin' them ski slopes
gassin' 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 chain back?
I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get Barbie chain yapped
to front in February, catch you in that Maybach
Show you how to use your name, you be usin' your wack
I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki with a
I'ma park bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm gettin' money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big
I in less than 48 Hours; Nick Nolte
Gettin' close like Jonas, grippin' the gauge
Then blaze off, Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage
You animated Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch
the kids believe in you; you St. Nick
Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, 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 on Mariah 'cause Mariah don't carry
to disrespect Taylor 'cause 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 they me
You said you never fucked stupid 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 of your nookie
You claimed you never Drake
Now that's where you me
You the whole Empire—who you tryin' to be, Cookie?
Down Bronx, I come out of the Boogie
To let you real bitches never lie on their pussy
And stop numbers, you signed a 360 deal
Through Young Money, through Cash Money, Republic
Which means your money go through five niggas before you it
Any videos, come 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 every sale I do, you do like ten
Stop comparin' yourself to Jay, you not 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 I have sympathy for the impaired
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 misleadin' the black girls?
All these asses influenced by that girl
Dyin' from surgeries—what a sad world!
But before the butt job, you was a
Suckin' cock for records, captain of the cum
And I got a few words for the of the young Barbz
Guess who supports a child Nicki Minaj
You paid for your brother's wedding? hella foul
How you spendin' money to support a
He a walkin' dead man, sendin' to him
I guess why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin' about your long and your foreign sick
Why you ain't help bro hide his cum from forensics?
You probably somewhere overseas, foreign
you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your
We call Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants
Uh, I got fingers, you got bitter fingers
Yeah, you must think you Drake and I'm Twitter
VH1, this
You just got bodied by a & Hip-Hopbitch

Don't ever in fuckin' life play with me
on the set!
You tried it on the Rae Sremmurd
You tried it on your little
was both duds, just like 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!