Luyện nghe bài hát Shether (Nicki Minaj Diss)

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

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

They told you your whole career I'd come home and you, right? Ha-ha!
I told you I wasn't talkin' your dumb ass
It looks stupid, you 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 line bitches bein' your sons—how you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talkin' about bringin' knives to a fight guns
the only shot you ever took was in your buns
And I saw at All-Star, he told me your ass dropped
He fuck you for three months
your ass dropped
Now I don't think understand how bad her ass got
The implants she had put in her ass popped
I was like, "Damn, 90 days and you couldn't box?
Did she at least compensate? givin' you mad top?
Her name Minaj, right? She ain't 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 they freed Remy, you don't sing the same tune
Locked me up, away my keys, threw away my weaves
Snatched me 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 'cause you heard he was on cheat shit
Then got with the dude that told you on creep shit
But what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G
him and took a pic with the dude he had beef with?
And we all know it was a beef you started
Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, bitch retarded
Now you die, you dearly departed
when I catch you, a real red carpet
Now I'ma do, I'ma 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 you back with Drake and Tunechi?
he said you sucked 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 industry know that 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 your first boyfriend left, bitch ain't winnin'
You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm
You can't get her online Safaree
Mentionin' guns, you Pussy Galore, James
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 them ski slopes
They gassin' you up, but you 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 Barbie chain
revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your 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 Nicki a Minaj?
park this bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm gettin' money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big
I responded in less 48 Hours; Nick Nolte
Gettin' close like Nick Jonas, the gauge
Then blaze off, Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage
You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake,
Only the kids believe in you St. Nick
Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, they won't it
I'm Wild'n Out, to hit Nick with the Cannon
How are you on the VMAs, like you hood?
Way the stage, talkin' about "Miley, what's good?"
That's Hannah Montana, she was happy
You only on Mariah 'cause Mariah don't carry
Tried to disrespect Taylor Taylor wasn't Swift enough
Pillsbury Remy pick the biscuit up
I'm Bitch, you was happy when they took me
Best that ever happened to you was when they booked me
You said you never Wayne—how stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, I'll expose you, I'm kind of a
You named Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie
'Cause you was suckin' his
And now he tired of your
You claimed you never fucked
Now that's you took me
You fucked the whole Empire—who you to be, Cookie?
Boogie Down Bronx, I out of the Boogie
To let you know real bitches never lie on pussy
And talkin' numbers, you signed 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, 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 good as dead,
Talkin' about me to a deaf bitch
And usually I have for the impaired
But not when you hard of from untreated gonorrhea
But you point your fingers at me? I'm the bad
When she the one out here the black girls?
All these fake asses influenced by that
Dyin' from 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 words for the moms of the Barbz
Guess who a child molester? Nicki Minaj
You paid for your brother's wedding? That's hella
How you money to support a pedophile?
He a walkin' dead man, threats to him
I that's why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin' about your money and your foreign sick
Why you ain't help your bro hide his cum from
You probably somewhere overseas, sick
Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your
We that Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants
Uh, I got fingers, you got bitter fingers
Yeah, you must think you and I'm Twitter fingers
VH1, watch
You just got by a Love & Hip-Hopbitch

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