Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Beehive

Fuckin' with the Teflon from the Stuy

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

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

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

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

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

It's the dick licker, 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 like a Jansport napsack

And Queen Bee gon' you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for these beats
You in the wrong department, this the upper class
You hoes is startin' to irritate me like a yeast

heavens, somebody 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

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

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

Man, I'm a project nigga, 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 the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

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

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

'Cause I can do that with razor blades stuck in my
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' right on the couch
Any rap shit I ever 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
Queen Bee and Kids, muthafuck all y'all
(Beehive)

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

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

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

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

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

young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I around with two 38's tucked in my sweats
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 Hyde and Jeckyl
Snippers put red dots on your face like
make me have to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your

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 with her for long, not
Unless you're cute and suck a dick a lollipop

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

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

Now putcha hands your mouth and holler out
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