Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Martin

Yeah, sometimes you fool 'em
Sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a man's job,
In this case, my girl hit like a grown man
Y'all better lay low
you in a hurtin', nawmean?
Blow your balls off,
Yo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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