Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Beehive

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch the Stuy

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

niggas think I won't jump in the heap
Well, let's dance, you are finished
I all y'all cowards like a game of tennis
Act like you want some of and I'll 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 thugs in the east, thugs in the
That'll stick with the AIDS needle and in your mouth

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

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

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

And Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' beats
You in the wrong department, this the upper 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 lady, I hold it down for my babies
better run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive

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

I'm Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers
I'm tryna sticky in Brazil 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 project nigga, still piss on the
And keep the brim on my fitted a little to the left
I the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie the pharmacy, get it correct
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Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the
Fuckin' with the bitch
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with 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 a thug 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, flower for months
gun powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt
I spit a hundred and fifty bars I'm blazin' 'em out

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause niggas think hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit your throat, you be up lead
The next step is to off you,
I'ma cut your fuckin' neck off and Kim auction your head
(Beehive)

See the kid rap for love, I rap for cheques
Even if I know you, I demand
And if I put you in the body bag, man is next
The and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a mess
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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)

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

And we got cake for killas like Hyde and
Snippers put red on your face like freckles
Don't make me to reach 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 '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 just bust caps
Niggas talk about ki's whey they just packs
When it come to my money, suggest you that
'Cause you know fly in pairs like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

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

Now putcha hands around mouth and holler out
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