Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Beehive

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch the Stuy

Ms. White, that bitch with a thousand
Come through a thousand crooks
I just know what it takes to get this like Blow
Catch a body, get a lift, disappear like 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 this and I'll you the business

You see the yellow and black, you what it's about
Wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed, to you out
I got in the east, thugs in the south
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 pray to Jehovah, the is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever
Lil' Kim the poster at 718

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

It's the dick licker, it's the sipper
a bitch alive can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby girl's pussy get than a shower cap
Got my mans back like a napsack

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

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 here comes the

It's your boy, 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 with numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this
that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and Ness

Man, I'm a project nigga, still on the steps
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 the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and out)
(The Beehive)

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

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

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

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

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

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

You better wear a metal hat you rappin' 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, puttin' in your grave

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now putcha around your mouth and holler out
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