Luyện nghe bài hát Shether (Nicki Minaj Diss)

Nicki Minaj & Ma]
Remy!
(Word)
You what? Free Remy!
you, Free 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 with soul 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 kill you, Ha-ha!
I told you I wasn't talkin' about dumb ass
It looks stupid, you literally got a ass
Talkin' cray, and we all that you dumb as
You get Donkey of the Day, yeah, you ass
be honest, you stole that line 'bout bitches bein' your sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talkin' about bringin' to a fight with guns
When the only shot you ever was in your buns
And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me your ass
He couldn't fuck you for three
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 least Start givin' 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 that they freed Remy, you don't sing the same
Locked me up, away my keys, threw away my weaves
Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, state
News, "Her career's over," "She was kinda stupid,"
But you saw a 'cause you a opportunist
Left your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on cheat shit
got with the dude that told you on some creep shit
But what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G
him and took a pic with the dude he had beef with?
And we all know it was a beef you started
Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, bitch retarded
Now you gotta die, you dearly
when I catch you, a real red carpet
Now what I'ma do, just stick to the facts
Bitch so scared of my future, got this bitch backwards
Been through mad crews, you disloyal
Now all of a you back with Drake and Tunechi?
After he said you his dick, you back with Gucci?
Who Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You a A-list groupie
And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta rap
The whole industry know that shit is a wrap
No, to be the of Rap, you can't have a ghostwriter
And that's why is my house; Flo Rida
Niggas 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 Safaree
guns, you Pussy Galore, James Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Songz
Coke head, you cheated on your man Ebro
I might leak the of you sniffin' them ski slopes
They gassin' you up, but you on E, though
"Pills and Potions," yep, you on E, hoe
Got ghostwriters back, so you think you lit
Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster,
I'm supposed to be
'Cause you your Barbie chain 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 Nicki a Minaj?
I'ma park bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie
I responded in less than 48 Hours; Nolte
Gettin' close like Nick Jonas, grippin' the
blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage
You animated Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch
Only the kids believe in 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' like you
Way across the stage, about "Miley, what's good?"
That's Montana, she was always happy
You only fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah carry
Tried to Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't Swift enough
Pillsbury Doughgirl; Remy the biscuit up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy when they me
Best thing ever happened to you was when they booked me
You you never fucked Wayne—how stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, I'll expose you, I'm kind of a
You named Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
'Cause you was suckin' his
And now he tired of nookie
You claimed you fucked Drake
Now that's you took me
You fucked the Empire—who you tryin' to be, Cookie?
Boogie Bronx, I come out of the Boogie
To let you know bitches never lie on their pussy
And stop numbers, you signed a 360 deal
Through Young Money, through Money, through Republic
Which means your money go five 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 ducat
I own my masters, bitch,
So for every sale I do, you gotta do ten
Stop comparin' yourself to Jay, you not him
You a motherfuckin' worker, not a like Rem
You're done, them pop chicks get the news yet
Bitch, I pop chicks, yeah, and I'm the new vet
I kill rappers, and you as dead, bitch
Talkin' shit about me to a bitch
And I have sympathy for the impaired
But not when you hard of hearin' untreated gonorrhea
But you point your fingers at me? I'm the bad
When she the one out here misleadin' the girls?
All fake asses influenced by that girl
Dyin' botched surgeries—what a sad world!
But before the job, you was a Spongebob
Suckin' for records, captain of the cum squad
And I got a few for the moms of the young Barbz
Guess who supports a molester? Nicki Minaj
You for your brother's wedding? That's hella foul
How you money to support a pedophile?
He a walkin' man, sendin' threats to him
I guess that's why they call you Barbie, you was to Ken
about your money long and your foreign sick
Why you ain't help your bro hide his cum forensics?
You somewhere overseas, foreign sick
Thought you fuck with me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your
We call that Jelani, get it? in your pants
Uh, I got fingers, you got bitter fingers
Yeah, you think you Drake and I'm Twitter fingers
VH1, this
You got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hopbitch

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