Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Beehive

Fuckin' with the Teflon from the Stuy

Ms. White, that with a thousand looks
Come with a thousand crooks
I just know what it takes to get this money like
Catch a body, get a face lift, like Pablo

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

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

I 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em out
Better to Jehovah, the game is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever
Lil' Kim the poster at 718

Ride outta town with my nigga, his weight
After it's cooked, in eights the size of plates
You bitches been through shit, you just minors
What you know about half a bricks in your vagina

It's the licker, it's the baby sipper
Ain't a bitch alive can make a cum quicker
Baby girl's pussy get than a shower cap
Got my mans back a Jansport napsack

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

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

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

I'm like Rostein, low key and with numbers
I'm tryna 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 nigga, still piss on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a 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 from the
Fuckin' the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your and holler out)
(The Beehive)

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

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

'Cause I can do with razor blades stuck in my mouth
a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right 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 hold like Afgan soldiers
Wanna 16, well we the niggas you call
Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all y'all
(Beehive)

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

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

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

niggas think they hard, but they softer than bread
When shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next is to off you, dead
I'ma cut your fuckin' neck off and have Kim auction 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, your man is
The Advakid and Bee gon' leave the game in a mess
(Beehive)

with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the 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 in my sweats
A pump in trunk and a nine under the
Enough ammo to blow the from under your feet
(Beehive)

And we got cake for killas like Hyde and
Snippers put red dots on your face freckles
Don't me have to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was drops how they all hit your head

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

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

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

Now putcha hands around your and holler out
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