Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Martin

Yeah, sometimes you gotta 'em
Sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a job, nawmean?
In case, my girl hit like a grown motherfucking man
niggas better lay low
Catch you in a hurtin',
Blow your off, nigga
Yo

Where my girl at, quick to bust the mack, believe that
She always got my
Nigga twirl that about to a sack, where the weed at
She don't how to act
'Cuz my girl black with that monster rap, better believe that
You the Bronx is back
She represent that 'cuz Squad got her back, some say heed that
My love to scrap

I inhale the deepest, cock back and bust rhymes at your
I'm troubled, shoot out the air bubbles in your
The type to cop a Range with all the features
Then take the back to avoid the leeches
A pregnant bitch talk shit, I'ma destroy her
Her dead baby popped this pussy, and his can't beat us
strong armin, bombarding, and bogarding
Remi write her own rhymes, nigga, I beg your pardon
It's Ms. I done broke night in the studio writin'
While fraud broads don't get no publishin', be bitin'
They kill me lyin', like the ones doin' the scribin'

When you can hear the ghostwriter, all up in rhymin'
I flows like water, got this drizzle little C
Catch me with Pun skittles in the middle of Little Italy
Y'all don't know diddly, I hot, and drop shit
Every time I kick a rhyme, Pun I my lip
Take another pull, bust another shot, y'all can't me
Come in a jail suit, and the new Beef 'n' Broccolis
Doin' it, if I'm a good time and you ruin it
I seen a nice that'll look good with you in it
New improved shit, the year start with a 2
Next millennium, a million, clue shit
Exclusive to tell the truth, useless
'Cuz I'm a dime that could rhyme you still on the deuce

Where my girl at, quick to bust the mack, better believe
She always got my
Nigga twirl that about to blaze a sack, the weed at
She know how to act
'Cuz that's my girl black that monster rap, better believe that
You the Bronx is back
She represent that 'cuz Squad got her back, some say heed that
My niggas to scrap

Martin, dash, reminisce, slash
Remi, like a check in a stash
Me without rhymes is like a flint no flash
with no ass, car with no gas
Tryin' to go fast, I love to the guns go blast
I love the sounds of the fallin' down
Love to weed, stay blowin' trees, fuck liquor
When shit get thick, I to hear my bitches raise his clique up
You sick, but I'm sicker, plus our is bigger
If you wanna kill us, do it nigga, pull the trigga
How you figure, you really come and take what's mine
And all I do is send a little letter to Rah

He'll the troops out
My brother don't to pull a tool out
And I'm his little sis, so he taught me the same
to flip, but your name should be Prickless
'Cuz every you open your mouth, you suckin' my dick
Talkin' shit as if you a soldier,
you a no cash, low class, doja nigga
Y'all rock rocks, we bling bling boulders,
Look over shoulder I'm in the Rover, it's over, nigga
Inhale, cock and bust, just because
I know none of y'all busters is us
I got the thoroughest thugs and reminisces
That don't a fuck with a aim that never misses

Hugs and kisses, never, just slugs and
and bitches forever, check the mugshot pictures
Fuck the weather, I still got my tan on
Just copped the pink and winter been gone
I been on this thug shit y'all can't to fuck wit'
My shit is hot dogs, to top it off, still spittin'
No fair, I don't care I go to war wit a musket
give me some oreos, a jar of dro and two dutches
'Cuz Pun be the nicest on the market
Now he got the nicest bitch, what? Remi

Where my girl at, quick to bust the mack, better believe
She got my back
Nigga twirl that to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She know how to act
'Cuz that's my girl black with monster rap, better believe that
You know the is back
She represent that 'cuz Squad got her back, some say heed that
My love to scrap