Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Bitch Pt. II

to the don
There's you can do
To make me run away from this game here, this game
And there is no
To put the to Kim no, Kim no
Yes I'm telling you the start
I will break little heart (uh huh)
There's you can do
So respect the don
is no word you can say
That it offend the Kim no, better listen

I'm gonna, them, murder them
Any competition I'm murder them
I'm gonna, blow off whip
Blow off they
All you frontin' emcees, I'm gonna, blow off your
When I'm gone, you will appreciate my
When I'm gone, you'll wanna my lyrics
But I'm gwan, I'm not put up with this
I to God, you jealous niggas make me sick
See, I got all day
Some-fuckin'-body pay
Got to do and places to be
I'm 'bout to take what's owed to me
from Bedford-Stuyvesant
The livest one, we right here, we right here, we right

All y'all, let it go, no disrespectin
Four years since Doubt drop, eleven million records
Five nigga, two
Dogs who be grinnin, they
Try to get out of line, cases pendin'
niggas got it coming, say May-June
Six albums dropped stay tuned
Jay everyday, no days off
No drippin' and I took the shades off
You wanna rock with me? Slug you one
Put you where your stomach should be (ill)
I'm when tempted, best left alone
believe the gun got Tourette Syndrome
Beretta sounds like 'Berreepp' it's thrown
You're heading for a cold place, youngin', dress
Too hustle, too easy to touch you
Little fucks you, go
PS Jay, PS
L-Y-N, out my way
Me and P.S. to the K
I to the M, B.I. to the end

my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, at these
Weak emcees, with
Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em I see them G
You sound like me
my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, at these
emcees
Y'all niggas got some
You a million, now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it

Love for BI? bust one in the sky
watch your back
We might one in ya eye
going down tonight
So don't get line
Enough tri-ed
But men-a di-ed
crowned me, Miss Queen Bitch forever
Even left me thrown and an iced out tiara
What?! the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck
With Brooklynite bandit
Blow you off the
This girl, never no-one
But if you this girl
It bring-a bum bum (wha?!)
a bum bum

my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at
Weak emcees, these
balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G
You sound like me
my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at
emcees
Y'all got some audacity
You sold a million, now you of me
Get off my dick, it bitch

Bum bum BI bum bum
a bum bum
a bum bum