Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Beehive

Fuckin' with the Teflon from the Stuy

Ms. White, bitch 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 lift, disappear like Pablo

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

You see the and black, you know what it's about
assed niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, thugs in the
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 to Jehovah, the game is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever
Lil' Kim the girl at 718

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

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

And Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for these beats
You in the wrong department, this the upper section
You hoes is startin' to irritate me 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 hide here comes the Beehive

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

I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with
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 project nigga, piss on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a little 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 bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch 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
niggas close to death with my house slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a to front
Fuck project, your building got flowers in front

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

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

Listen up for 2003 tan
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 the Stuy
(Now putcha hands your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I 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 on stage
Or have my bullets like packin' your waves
Or snatch your face off like I'm Nicolas
And it could be five of y'all, eight in your grave

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

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

It's young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to
I ride 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 your
(Beehive)

And we got for killas like Hyde and Jeckyl
put red dots on your face like freckles
Don't me have to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was 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 with her for long, not
you're cute and suck a dick like a lollipop

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

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

Now putcha hands around your and holler out
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