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 wore a pink chicken wing chain (Are you dumb?)
You had a beehive on your head (Are you dumb?)
(Fuck Minaj!)
Are you forgettin' that I you before, bitch?
(Fuck Minaj!)

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

They told you whole career I'd come home and kill you, right? 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 know that you as
You get of the Day, yeah, you dumb ass
Let's be honest, you stole that 'bout bitches bein' your sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talkin' about bringin' knives to a with guns
When the only shot you ever was in your buns
And I saw at All-Star, he told me your ass dropped
He couldn't fuck you for three
Because ass dropped
Now I don't y'all understand how bad her ass got
The implants she had put in her ass popped
I was like, "Damn, 90 and you couldn't have box?
Did she at least Start givin' you mad top?
Her name Minaj, She ain't throw you some bad thots?"
He said "Nah," that's I knew you was really a trash bop
You was "Free Remy!" when I was upstate doomed
But now they freed 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 career's over," "She was stupid,"
But you saw a opportunity 'cause you a
your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on some cheat shit
Then got with the dude that told you on some creep
But happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G shit
Left him and took a pic with the dude he had beef
And we all know it was a beef that you
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 goin' backwards
Been mad crews, you disloyal hoochie
Now all of a sudden you with Drake and Tunechi?
he said you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci?
Who next: Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You a groupie
And to be the Queen of Rap, you actually rap
The whole industry know your 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
done seen 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 Safaree
Mentionin' guns, you Pussy Galore, Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is when you Trey Songz
Coke head, you cheated on your man 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 ghostwriters back, so you think you lit
Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster,
I'm supposed to be
'Cause you bought your chain back?
revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your Barbie 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 with a Minaj?
I'ma park bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm gettin' like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie
I responded in less than 48 Nick Nolte
Gettin' like Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge
Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Cage
You like Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch
the kids believe in you; you St. Nick
Now when I shoot 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' you hood?
Way across the stage, talkin' about "Miley, good?"
That's Hannah Montana, she was always
You only fronted on 'cause Mariah don't carry
Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause wasn't Swift enough
Pillsbury Doughgirl; pick the biscuit up
I'm Bitch, you was happy when they took me
Best thing that ever happened to you was when they me
You you never fucked Wayne—how stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, expose you, I'm kind of a bully
You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a
you was suckin' his dick
And now he tired of nookie
You claimed you never Drake
Now where you took me
You fucked the whole you tryin' to be, Cookie?
Boogie Down Bronx, I out of the Boogie
To let you know real bitches never lie on pussy
And stop talkin' numbers, you signed a 360
Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through
means your money go through five niggas before you touch it
Any videos, promotions come out of your
Endorsements, and merchandise, they finger-fuck it
You make, like, 35 off of each ducat
I own my masters, bitch,
So for every I do, you gotta do like ten
Stop yourself 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 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 your fingers at me? I'm the bad
When she the one out misleadin' the black girls?
All these fake asses influenced by that
from botched surgeries—what a sad world!
But the butt job, you was a Spongebob
Suckin' cock for records, captain of the cum
And I got a few for the moms of the young Barbz
Guess who supports a child molester? Nicki
You paid for your brother's wedding? That's foul
How you spendin' money to a pedophile?
He a dead man, sendin' threats to him
I that's why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin' about your money long and your foreign
Why you help your bro hide his cum from forensics?
You probably somewhere overseas, sick
Thought you 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 trigger fingers, you got fingers
Yeah, you must think you Drake and I'm fingers
VH1, this
You just got bodied by a & Hip-Hopbitch

ever in your fuckin' life play with me
on the set!
You it on the Rae Sremmurd record
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 do is keep subbin' me
Big... Pun!
I a fuckin' headshot, you dead, bitch!
not lose!