Luyện nghe bài hát Shether (Nicki Minaj Diss)

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

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

They told you whole career I'd come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha!
I told you I talkin' about your dumb ass
It stupid, you literally got a dumb ass
Talkin' cray, and we all know that you as
You get Donkey of the Day, yeah, you ass
Let's be honest, you stole that line 'bout bitches bein' your sons—how you take my '09 tweet and run?
about bringin' 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 couldn't you for three months
your ass dropped
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 have box?
Did she at least compensate? Start you mad top?
Her name Minaj, right? She ain't 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 Remy, you don't sing the same tune
Locked me up, threw my keys, threw away my weaves
me from my son, braids to the back, state greens
Daily News, "Her over," "She was kinda stupid,"
But you saw a opportunity 'cause you a
Left your Day 1 you heard he was on some cheat shit
Then got with the dude that you on some creep shit
But what to Omeeka? Nah, on some 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 retarded
Now you gotta die, you dearly
Bloodbath when I catch you, a red carpet
Now what I'ma do, just stick to the facts
so scared of my future, got this bitch goin' backwards
Been through mad crews, you disloyal
Now all of a you back with Drake and Tunechi?
After he said you sucked his dick, you with Gucci?
Who Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You a A-list groupie
And to be the Queen of Rap, you actually rap
The whole industry that your shit is a wrap
No, to be the of Rap, you can't have a ghostwriter
And that's why this is my 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 get her online without Safaree
Mentionin' guns, you Pussy Galore, James
Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey
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 ghostwriters back, so you think you lit
Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster,
I'm to be scared
'Cause you bought your Barbie back?
I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your chain yapped
Tried to front in February, catch you in that
Show you how to use your name, you be your name wack
I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki a Minaj?
I'ma park this bitch, put Nicki in the
I'm gettin' money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big
I in less than 48 Hours; Nick Nolte
Gettin' like Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge
Then blaze off, Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage
You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake,
Only the kids believe in you; you St.
Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, they won't it
I'm Out, 'bout to hit Nick with the Cannon
How are you on the VMAs, actin' you hood?
Way across the stage, talkin' "Miley, what's good?"
That's Hannah Montana, she was always
You only fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah don't
Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor Swift enough
Doughgirl; Remy pick the biscuit up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy when 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 expose you, I'm of a bully
You named Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
'Cause you was his dick
And now he tired of your
You you never 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 talkin' numbers, you signed a 360
Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through
Which means money go through five niggas before you touch it
Any videos, come out of your budget
Endorsements, and merchandise, they finger-fuck it
You make, like, 35 off of each 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 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 me to a deaf bitch
And I have sympathy for the impaired
But not when you hard of hearin' untreated gonorrhea
But you your fingers at me? I'm the bad girl
When she the one out here misleadin' the girls?
All these fake asses influenced by girl
Dyin' botched surgeries—what a sad world!
But before the job, you was a Spongebob
Suckin' cock for records, captain of the cum
And I got a few words for the moms of the young
Guess who a child molester? Nicki Minaj
You paid for your wedding? That's hella foul
How you spendin' money to support a
He a walkin' dead man, threats to him
I guess that's why they call you Barbie, you was to Ken
Talkin' about your money and your foreign sick
Why you ain't help your bro hide his cum from
You somewhere overseas, foreign sick
you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your
We call that Jelani, get it? Semen in your
Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got bitter
Yeah, you must think you Drake and I'm fingers
VH1, this
You just got bodied by a Love &

ever in your fuckin' life play with me
on the set!
You tried it on the Rae Sremmurd
You tried it on your freestyle
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!