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, disappear Pablo

Y'all think I won't jump in the heap
Well, let's dance, you are finished
I serve all y'all cowards like a 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 niggas ironed, to straighten you out
I got in the east, thugs in the south
That'll stick with the AIDS and piss in your mouth

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

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

It's the 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 gon' bring you nothin' but
Homicide is for me for killin' these beats
You in the wrong department, the upper class section
You hoes is startin' to irritate me like a infection

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the
Fuckin' the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
with the Teflon bitch 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 with my house slippers on
You ain't a cocksucka, you a coward to front
Fuck your project, your 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 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 on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower manholes

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

Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands 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 the beats
Meltin' my pen, I slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you over the bridge, you swim

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

niggas think they hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up
The next step is to off you,
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 demand
And if I put you in the body bag, man is next
The and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a mess
(Beehive)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now putcha hands around your mouth and out
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