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 wing (Are you dumb?)
You had a leopard on your head (Are you dumb?)
(Fuck Minaj!)
Are you forgettin' that I pressed you before,
(Fuck Minaj!)

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

They told you your whole I'd come home and kill you, right? 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 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 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 told me your ass
He fuck you for three months
Because your ass
Now I don't y'all understand how bad her ass got
The that 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, right? She ain't you some bad thots?"
He said "Nah," when I knew you was really a trash bop
You was screamin' "Free Remy!" when I was upstate
But now they freed Remy, you don't sing the same tune
Locked me up, threw away my keys, away my weaves
Snatched me from my son, to the back, state greens
Daily News, "Her career's over," "She was stupid,"
But you saw a 'cause you a opportunist
Left your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on cheat shit
Then got with the dude that 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 ass, this bitch retarded
Now you gotta die, you dearly
Bloodbath I catch you, a real red carpet
Now what I'ma do, I'ma just stick to the
Bitch so scared of my future, got this goin' backwards
Been mad crews, you disloyal hoochie
Now all of a sudden you back Drake and Tunechi?
After he said you 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 know that your shit is a wrap
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can't have a
And that's why this is my house; Flo
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
Mentionin' guns, you Galore, James Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Songz
Coke head, you on your man with Ebro
I might leak the footage of you 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 your Barbie chain back?
I'll revert to "Ante Up," get your Barbie chain yapped
to front in February, catch you in that Maybach
Show you how to use your name, you be usin' name wack
I'm sayin', how you mix with a Minaj?
I'ma park this bitch, put in the garage
I'm money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie
I in less than 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 shoot Nick at Nite, they understand it
I'm Wild'n Out, to hit Nick with the Cannon
How are you on the VMAs, actin' like you
Way the stage, talkin' about "Miley, what's good?"
That's Hannah Montana, she was always
You only fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah carry
Tried to Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't Swift enough
Pillsbury Doughgirl; Remy pick the up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy they took me
Best thing that ever happened to you was they booked me
You said you fucked Wayne—how stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, expose you, I'm kind of a bully
You named Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
you was suckin' his dick
And now he tired of your
You you never fucked Drake
Now that's where you me
You the whole Empire—who you tryin' to be, Cookie?
Boogie Down Bronx, I come out of the
To let you know real bitches lie on their pussy
And stop talkin' numbers, you signed a 360
Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through
Which means your money go five niggas before you touch it
Any videos, promotions out of your budget
Endorsements, tour and merchandise, 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 boss Rem
You're done, pop chicks 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
shit about me to a deaf bitch
And usually I have sympathy for the
But not when you hard of from untreated gonorrhea
But you point your at me? I'm the bad girl
When she the one out here misleadin' the black
All these fake asses influenced by that
Dyin' from botched 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 brother's wedding? That's hella foul
How you spendin' to support a pedophile?
He a dead man, sendin' threats to him
I guess that's why call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin' about money long and your foreign sick
Why you help your bro hide his cum from forensics?
You probably somewhere overseas, foreign
Thought you could 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 fingers
Yeah, you must think you and I'm Twitter fingers
VH1, watch
You just got bodied by a & Hip-Hopbitch

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