Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Beehive

Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy

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

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

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

Ride outta town with my nigga, his weight
After it's cooked, chopped in eights the size of
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
a bitch alive can make 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 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

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 'cause here comes the Beehive

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

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

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

with 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)

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

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

'Cause I can do that razor blades stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty on the couch
Any rap shit I 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, well we the niggas you
Queen Bee and Kids, muthafuck all y'all
(Beehive)

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

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

You better wear a metal hat you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets [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

'Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer bread
When them shells hit your throat, you be up lead
The step is to off you, dead
cut your 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 body bag, your man is
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a
(Beehive)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now putcha hands around your and holler out
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