Luyện nghe bài hát The Beehive

Fuckin',
Fuckin',
Fuckin',
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch the Stuy

[Verse" 1 Lil'
Ms. White, that with a thousand looks
Come through a thousand crooks
I just know what it takes to get money like Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, like Pablo
Ya'll 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 some of this and I'll give you the business
You see the and black, you know what it's about
Wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed, to you out
I got thugs in the east, thugs in the
That'll stick with the and whip piss 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
Kim the postergirl at 718
Ride outta town with my nigga, holdin' his
After cooked, chopped in eights the size of plates
You bitches been through shit, you just minors
What you know about stuffin' half a in your vagina
It's the dick licker, it's the baby
Ain't a bitch alive can make a nigga cum
Baby girl's pussy get wetter a shower cap
Got my mans back like a napsack
And Queen Bee gon' bring you but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for these beats
You in the wrong department, the upperclass section
You hoes is startin' to irritate me a yeast infection
Good heavens, somebody get the 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why
The boss lady, I it down for my badies
better run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive

[Verse 2:
It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the
Breathin' dro colored Benz's dutch colored seats
Lay in the on Tuesdays, duckin' the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get off your feet
I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with
I'm blow sticky in Brazil with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this
Then that's 32 shots, our throwback's like and Ness
Man, I'm a project nigga, still on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a little to the left
I play the block, in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's from the pharmacy, get it correct

[Chorus: Kim]

The
Fuckin',
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the
Fuckin' with the bitch

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

[Verse 3: S.A.]
Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't
Beatin' niggas close to with my house slippers on
You ain't a cocksucka, you a coward to front
your project, your building got flowers in front
Every chick I roll with, OZ in the
I was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for
Sprinklin' gun powder, oughta put a haze on my
I spit a hundred and fifty when I'm blazin' 'em out
'Cause I can do that with razor stuck in my mouth
a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the couch
Any rap shit I ever on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan
up for 2003 tan rover
Stash box hold like Afgan soldiers
murda 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, all ya'll

[Verse 4:
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the I earned in the streets
my bars so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Melt my pen, I have slugs meltin' chin
When I throw you over the bridge, they helpin' you
And you better a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like e-mail, your waves
Or snatch your face off I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in grave
'Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer than
When them shells hit throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you,
I'ma cut your fuckin' head off and have Kim your head (Beehive)
See the kid rap for love, I rap for cheques
if I know you, I demand respect
And if I put you in the body bag, your man is
The Advakid and Bee gon' leave the game in a mess (Beehive)

[Verse 5:
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 your feet (Beehive)
And we got cake for killas Hyde and Jeckyl
Snippers put red dots on your like freckles
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 they say is hot
She only with me 'cause of she think I probably got
Am I gon' be with her for long, not
Unless cute and suck a dick like a lollipop
Niggas talk about guns and they just bust
Niggas aboit ki's whey they just flip packs
it come to my money, suggest you gimmie that
'Cause you know bullets fly in pairs like Pab
(Beehive)

Now putcha hands around your mouth and out
The