Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Beehive

Fuckin' with the bitch from the Stuy

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

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

You see the yellow and black, you what it's about
Wrinkled niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got in the east, thugs in the south
That'll stick the AIDS needle and piss in your mouth

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

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

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

And Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat
is lookin' for me for killin' these beats
You in the department, this the upper class section
You is startin' 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 for my babies
Rappers better run and hide 'cause comes the Beehive

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

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 Mitchell and Ness

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

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

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

Every chick I roll with, OZ in the
I was OT in Mass, pushin' 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 with razor blades 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 rims bigger lower Manhattan manholes

Listen up for 2003 tan
Stash box hold guns like soldiers
Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you
Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all y'all
(Beehive)

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

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

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

niggas think they hard, but they softer than bread
When shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you,
I'ma cut your fuckin' neck off and have Kim auction your
(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, man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee leave the game in a mess
(Beehive)

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

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

And we got for killas like Hyde and Jeckyl
Snippers put red dots on your like freckles
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 they say is 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 just bust
Niggas talk about ki's whey they flip packs
When it come to my money, suggest you that
'Cause you know fly in pairs like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

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

Now hands around your mouth and holler out
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