Luyện nghe bài hát Shether (Nicki Minaj Diss)

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

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

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 stupid, you literally got a dumb 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 sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and
Talkin' about bringin' to a fight with guns
When the shot you ever took was in your buns
And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me ass dropped
He fuck you for three months
your ass dropped
Now I don't think y'all 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 least compensate? Start givin' you mad
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!" I was upstate doomed
But now that they freed Remy, you don't the same tune
Locked me up, away my keys, threw away my weaves
Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, greens
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 some cheat
Then got the dude that told you on some creep shit
But what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on G shit
Left him and a pic with the dude he had beef with?
And we all it was a beef that you started
Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, this bitch
Now you die, you dearly departed
Bloodbath when I you, a real red carpet
Now what I'ma do, I'ma stick 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 with and Tunechi?
After he you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci?
Who next: Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You a groupie
And to be the of Rap, you gotta actually rap
The whole industry know that your is a wrap
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can't have a
And that's why this is my Flo Rida
done seen Drake pennin', Wayne pennin'
And since your first boyfriend left, bitch ain't
You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm
You can't get her online without
Mentionin' guns, you Pussy Galore, Bond
time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey Songz
Coke head, you on your man with Ebro
I might leak the footage of you them ski slopes
They you up, but you been 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 to be scared
you bought your Barbie chain back?
I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your chain yapped
Tried to front in February, you in that Maybach
you how to use your name, you be usin' your name wack
I'm sayin', how you mix with a Minaj?
park this bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie
I responded in less 48 Hours; Nick Nolte
Gettin' like Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge
Then blaze off, Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage
You like Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch
Only the kids believe in you St. Nick
Now when I 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, like you hood?
Way the stage, talkin' about "Miley, what's good?"
That's Hannah Montana, she was happy
You fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah don't carry
Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't enough
Pillsbury Doughgirl; Remy the biscuit up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy they took me
Best thing that happened to you was when they booked me
You said you never Wayne—how stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, I'll you, I'm kind of a bully
You yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
'Cause you was suckin' his
And now he tired of your
You you never fucked Drake
Now that's where you me
You fucked the Empire—who you tryin' to be, Cookie?
Boogie Down Bronx, I out of the Boogie
To let you know real never lie on their pussy
And stop talkin' numbers, you a 360 deal
Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through
Which your money go through five niggas before you touch it
Any videos, promotions out of your budget
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' to Jay, you not like him
You a motherfuckin' worker, not a like Rem
You're done, them pop ain't get the news yet
Bitch, I pop chicks, yeah, and I'm the new vet
I kill rappers, and you good as dead,
Talkin' shit me to a deaf bitch
And usually I sympathy for the impaired
But not when you hard of hearin' untreated gonorrhea
But you point fingers at me? I'm the bad girl
When she the one out misleadin' the black girls?
All these fake asses influenced by girl
Dyin' from botched a sad world!
But before the butt job, you was a
Suckin' for records, captain of the cum squad
And I got a few words for the moms of the Barbz
Guess who a child molester? Nicki Minaj
You for your brother's wedding? That's hella foul
How you spendin' money to a pedophile?
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 and your foreign sick
Why you ain't help your bro hide his cum forensics?
You probably somewhere overseas, sick
you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your
We that Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants
Uh, I got fingers, you got bitter fingers
Yeah, you must think you Drake and I'm fingers
VH1, watch
You got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hopbitch

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