Luyện nghe bài hát Shether (Nicki Minaj Diss)

Nicki Minaj & Ma]
Remy!
(Word)
You know Free Remy!
you, Free Remy!
(Fuck Minaj!)
Are you
You wore a pink diamond chicken chain (Are you dumb?)
You had a beehive 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) your ass and belly
(Lose) I you lost already

They told you your whole career I'd 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
cray, and we all know that you dumb 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?
Talkin' about bringin' knives to a fight guns
the only shot you ever took was in your buns
And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me ass dropped
He couldn't fuck you for three
your ass dropped
Now I don't think y'all how bad her ass got
The that she had put in her ass popped
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!" when I was doomed
But now that they freed Remy, you don't sing the same
Locked me up, threw away my keys, away my weaves
Snatched me from my son, to the back, state greens
News, "Her career's over," "She was kinda stupid,"
But you saw a opportunity you a opportunist
Left your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on some shit
Then got with the dude 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 beef you started
Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, this bitch
Now you gotta die, you dearly
Bloodbath when I you, a real red carpet
Now what do, I'ma just stick to the facts
Bitch so scared of my future, got this bitch backwards
through mad crews, you disloyal hoochie
Now all of a sudden you with Drake and Tunechi?
After he said you his dick, you back with Gucci?
Who next: Puff, Deb, or You a A-list groupie
And to be the of Rap, you gotta actually rap
The whole industry know that your shit is a
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can't have a
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 Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm
You can't get her without Safaree
Mentionin' guns, you Galore, James Bond
time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey Songz
Coke head, you cheated on man with Ebro
I might leak the footage of you sniffin' ski slopes
They gassin' you up, but you 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 bought your Barbie chain
I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get Barbie 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 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 like Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch
Only the kids believe in you; you St.
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' "Miley, what's good?"
That's Hannah Montana, she was always
You only fronted on Mariah Mariah don't carry
Tried to disrespect Taylor Taylor wasn't Swift enough
Pillsbury Remy pick the biscuit up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy when they me
Best thing that ever happened to you was when booked me
You said you never fucked stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, expose you, I'm kind of a bully
You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a
'Cause you was suckin' his
And now he tired of nookie
You claimed you never Drake
Now where you took me
You fucked the Empire—who you tryin' to be, Cookie?
Boogie 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, Cash Money, through Republic
Which means your money go 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 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 as dead, bitch
Talkin' shit about me to a bitch
And I have sympathy for the impaired
But not when you hard of hearin' from gonorrhea
But you point your fingers at me? I'm the bad
When she the one out here misleadin' the girls?
All these fake asses influenced by that
from botched surgeries—what a sad world!
But before the job, you was a Spongebob
Suckin' cock for records, of the cum squad
And I got a few words for the moms of the young
Guess who supports a child molester? Nicki
You paid for your brother's That's hella foul
How you spendin' money to support a
He a walkin' man, sendin' threats to him
I guess that's why call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin' about your money long and foreign sick
Why you ain't help bro hide his cum from forensics?
You somewhere overseas, foreign sick
Thought you could 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 trigger fingers, you got fingers
Yeah, you think you Drake and I'm Twitter fingers
VH1, watch
You just got bodied by a Love &

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 every one was duds
Just like 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!