Luyện nghe bài hát Shether (Nicki Minaj Diss)

Nicki Minaj & Ma]
Remy!
(Word)
You know what? 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 ain't the queen, show you
(Not) Lipo your ass and
(Lose) I prove you lost

They told you your whole career I'd come home and you, right? Ha-ha!
I told you I wasn't talkin' about your ass
It stupid, you literally got a dumb ass
Talkin' cray, and we all know you dumb 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 fight guns
When the only shot you took was in your buns
And I saw at All-Star, he told me your ass dropped
He couldn't fuck you for months
Because your ass
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 have box?
Did she at least compensate? Start givin' you mad
Her name Minaj, right? She ain't throw you bad thots?"
He said "Nah," that's when I knew you was really a bop
You was "Free Remy!" when I was upstate doomed
But now that they freed Remy, you don't sing the tune
Locked me up, threw away my keys, away my weaves
Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, state
Daily News, "Her career's over," "She was stupid,"
But you saw a opportunity you a opportunist
Left Day 1 'cause you heard he was on some cheat shit
got with the dude that told you on some creep shit
But happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G shit
Left him and took a pic with the he had beef with?
And we all know it was a that you started
out of your ass, this bitch retarded
Now you gotta die, you departed
Bloodbath 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 mad crews, you disloyal hoochie
Now all of a sudden you back with and Tunechi?
After he you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci?
Who Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You a A-list groupie
And to be the Queen of Rap, you actually rap
The industry know that your shit is a wrap
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you have a ghostwriter
And that's why this is my house; Flo
Niggas done seen Drake pennin', pennin'
And since your boyfriend left, bitch ain't winnin'
You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm
You can't get her without Safaree
guns, you Pussy Galore, James Bond
Only time you touch a is when you fucked Trey Songz
head, you cheated on your man with Ebro
I leak the footage of you sniffin' them ski slopes
They gassin' you up, but you been on E,
"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 chain
I'll revert to "Ante Up," get your Barbie chain yapped
Tried to front in February, catch you in that
Show you how to use your name, you be usin' your name
I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki with a
park this bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm gettin' money like Barnes, I'm the big homie
I responded in less than 48 Hours; Nick
close like Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge
Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas
You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake,
Only the kids in you; you St. Nick
Now when I shoot at Nite, they won't understand it
I'm Wild'n Out, 'bout to hit 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 Mariah Mariah don't carry
Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause wasn't Swift enough
Pillsbury Doughgirl; Remy the biscuit up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy they took me
Best thing that ever happened to you was when they me
You said you fucked Wayne—how stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, I'll expose you, I'm kind of a
You named yourself Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
'Cause you was suckin' his
And now he of your nookie
You claimed you never Drake
Now that's where you me
You fucked the whole you tryin' to be, Cookie?
Down Bronx, I come out of the Boogie
To let you know real bitches lie on their pussy
And stop talkin' numbers, you a 360 deal
Through Young Money, through Money, through Republic
Which means your go through five niggas before you touch it
Any videos, come out of your budget
Endorsements, tour and merchandise, they it
You make, like, 35 cents off of each
I own my masters, bitch,
So for every I do, you gotta do like ten
Stop comparin' to Jay, you not like him
You a worker, not a boss 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
shit about me to a deaf bitch
And I have sympathy for the impaired
But not you hard of hearin' from untreated gonorrhea
But you point your at me? I'm the bad girl
When she the one out misleadin' the black girls?
All fake asses influenced by that 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 for the moms of the young Barbz
Guess who supports a child Nicki Minaj
You paid for your brother's wedding? hella foul
How you spendin' money to a pedophile?
He a walkin' man, sendin' threats to him
I guess that's why they call you Barbie, you was to Ken
Talkin' about your money long and your foreign
Why you ain't help bro hide his cum from forensics?
You probably overseas, foreign sick
Thought you fuck with me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in pants
We call that Jelani, get it? Semen in pants
Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got fingers
Yeah, you must you Drake and I'm Twitter fingers
VH1, watch
You just got bodied by a & Hip-Hopbitch

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