Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Beehive

Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy

Ms. White, that bitch with a looks
Come through with a thousand
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 are finished
I serve all y'all cowards a game of tennis
Act like you some of this and I'll give you the business

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

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

Ride outta 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 about stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina

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

And Queen Bee gon' bring you nothin' but
Homicide is 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 here the Beehive

your 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 blow sticky in with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this
Then 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and Ness

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' with the Teflon from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the 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 so hot, it be burnin' 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 when you on stage
Or have my bullets like [Incomprehensible] your waves
Or snatch face off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be of y'all, puttin' eight in your grave

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now putcha hands around your mouth and out
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