Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Beehive

Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy

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

Y'all niggas think I jump in the heap
Well, let's dance, you lames are
I serve all y'all cowards a game of tennis
Act like you want some of and I'll give you the business

You see the yellow and black, you what 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 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
ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate
Lil' Kim the girl at 718

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

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

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

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

It's your boy, Cash, I get love in the streets
Breathin' dro colored Benz's with colored seats
Lay in the on Tuesdays, duckin' the sweep
jump 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 that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and

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

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

Yo, it's S to the A, and my guns ain't warm
Beatin' niggas close to death 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 roll with, OZ in the
I was OT in Mass, pushin' 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 rims than lower Manhattan manholes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now hands around your mouth and holler out
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