Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Beehive

Fuckin' with the bitch from the Stuy

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

niggas think I won't jump in the heap
Well, let's dance, you are finished
I all y'all cowards like a game of tennis
Act like you want some of this and I'll you the business

You see the yellow and black, you what it's about
assed niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got in the east, thugs 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
Don't ever, ever, ever, underestimate
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 ain't been through shit, you just minors
What you know about stuffin' a bricks in your vagina

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Listen up for tan rover
Stash box hold guns like Afgan
Wanna 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, all y'all
(Beehive)

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

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

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

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

See the kid rap for love, I rap for cheques
if I know you, I demand respect
And if I put you in the body bag, your man is
The Advakid and Queen Bee leave the game in a mess
(Beehive)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now putcha around your mouth and holler out
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