Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Beehive

Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy

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

Y'all niggas I won't jump in the heap
Well, let's dance, you lames are
I serve all y'all cowards a game of tennis
Act like you want some of this and I'll you the business

You see the yellow and black, you what it's about
Wrinkled assed niggas ironed, to straighten you out
I got in the east, thugs in the south
That'll stick the AIDS needle and piss 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, underestimate
Lil' Kim the poster at 718

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

It's the dick licker, it's the baby
Ain't a bitch alive can a nigga cum quicker
Baby girl's pussy get than a shower cap
Got my mans back a Jansport napsack

And Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat
is lookin' for me for killin' these beats
You in the wrong department, this the upper class
You hoes is startin' to me like a yeast infection

Good heavens, get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why
The lady, I hold it down for my babies
Rappers better run and hide 'cause here the Beehive

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

I'm Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers
I'm tryna blow in Brazil with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this
that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and Ness

Man, I'm a nigga, still piss on the steps
And keep the brim on my a little twist to the left
I play the block, in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's from the pharmacy, get it correct
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon 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
your project, your building got flowers in front

Every I roll with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, pushin' for months
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 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 bigger than lower Manhattan manholes

Listen up for 2003 tan
Stash box hold guns like Afgan
Wanna 16, well we the niggas you call
Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all y'all
(Beehive)

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

Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I 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 wear a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like [Incomprehensible] packin' your
Or snatch your face off I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of y'all, puttin' eight in grave

'Cause think they hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you,
I'ma cut your neck off and have 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 bag, your man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' the game in a mess
(Beehive)

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

young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride with two 38's tucked in my sweats
A pump in trunk and a nine the seat
Enough ammo to blow the from under your feet
(Beehive)

And we got cake for like Hyde and Jeckyl
Snippers put red on your face like freckles
Don't make me have to reach for the
You'll the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your head

I'm slim kid that they say is probably hot
She with me 'cause of what she think I probably got
Am I gon' be her for long, probably not
Unless you're cute and suck a like a lollipop

Niggas talk about guns and just bust caps
talk about ki's whey they just flip packs
When it come to my money, suggest you that
'Cause you know bullets fly in like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

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

Now hands around your mouth and holler out
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