Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Beehive

Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy

Ms. White, that bitch a thousand looks
through with a thousand crooks
I know what it takes to get this money like Blow
Catch a body, get a lift, disappear like Pablo

Y'all niggas think I won't jump in the
Well, dance, you lames are finished
I serve all y'all like a game of tennis
Act like you want some of this and give you the business

You see the and black, you know what it's about
Wrinkled niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, in the south
That'll stick with the AIDS needle and piss in mouth

I kept 'em on a leash and now time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the is over
ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate
Lil' Kim the girl at 718

Ride outta town with my nigga, his weight
After it's cooked, in eights the size of plates
You ain't been through shit, you just minors
What you know about stuffin' half a bricks in your

It's the dick licker, the baby sipper
Ain't a bitch alive can make a nigga cum
Baby pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Got my back like a Jansport napsack

And Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' these
You in the wrong department, this the class section
You is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infection

Good heavens, get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why
The boss lady, I hold it down for my
Rappers better run and hide 'cause comes the Beehive

your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
Breathin' dro colored with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, the sweep
Nigga off, then get pumped off your feet

I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with
I'm blow sticky in Brazil with the Hummer
If you and I'm grippin' this tech
Then that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and

Man, I'm a project nigga, still on the steps
And keep the on my fitted a little twist to the left
I play the block, in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie the pharmacy, get it correct
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and out)
(The Beehive)

Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't
Beatin' niggas close to death with my slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a coward to
your project, your building got flowers in front

Every chick I roll with, OZ in the
I was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for
Sprinklin' gun powder, oughta put a on my blunt
I a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out

'Cause I can do that with blades stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty on the couch
Any rap I ever barked on, to hot to handle
And my bigger than lower Manhattan manholes

up for 2003 tan rover
Stash box guns like Afgan soldiers
Wanna murda 16, well we the you call
Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all y'all
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon
(Beehive)
Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

Uh, yo Vee The Kid, the name I earned in the streets
'Cause my bars so hot, it be burnin' the
Meltin' my pen, I have slugs your chin
When I throw you the bridge, helpin' you swim

You better wear a metal hat when you rappin' on
Or have my like [Incomprehensible] packin' your waves
Or snatch your face off I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be of y'all, puttin' eight in your grave

'Cause niggas they hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you,
I'ma cut your fuckin' neck off and Kim auction your head
(Beehive)

See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for
Even if I know you, I respect
And if I put you in the body bag, man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' the game in a mess
(Beehive)

Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
with the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the
(Now hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

It's Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride around with two 38's tucked in my
A pump in trunk and a nine the seat
Enough ammo to blow the earth from your feet
(Beehive)

And we got cake for killas like Hyde and
Snippers put red dots on your face freckles
make me have to reach for the lead
You'll think the was rain drops how they all hit your head

I'm that slim kid they say is probably hot
She only me 'cause of what she think I probably got
Am I gon' be her for long, probably not
Unless you're cute and suck a like a lollipop

talk about guns and they just bust caps
Niggas talk about ki's they just flip packs
When it come to my money, suggest you gimmie
you know bullets fly in pairs like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon from the Stuy
(Now hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

Now putcha hands around mouth and holler out
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