Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Beehive

Fuckin' with the Teflon from the Stuy

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

Y'all niggas think I jump in the heap
Well, let's dance, you are finished
I serve all y'all cowards a game of tennis
Act you want some of this and I'll give you the business

You see the yellow and black, you know what about
assed niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, in the south
That'll with the AIDS needle and piss in your mouth

I kept 'em on a leash and now it's to let 'em out
pray to Jehovah, the game is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, underestimate
Lil' Kim the poster at 718

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

the dick licker, it's the baby sipper
Ain't a alive can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby girl's pussy get wetter than a cap
Got my mans like a Jansport napsack

And Queen Bee bring you nothin' but heat
Homicide is for me for killin' these beats
You in the department, this the upper class section
You is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infection

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

It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the
Breathin' dro colored Benz's with dutch colored
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get off your feet

I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with
I'm tryna blow sticky in with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' tech
Then that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and

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

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

Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns warm
Beatin' niggas close to with my house slippers on
You ain't a cocksucka, you a coward to front
Fuck your project, your got flowers in front

Every I roll with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, flower for months
Sprinklin' gun powder, oughta put a haze on my
I spit a hundred and fifty bars 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 barked on, to hot to
And my rims than lower Manhattan manholes

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

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

Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the I earned in the streets
'Cause my bars so hot, it be burnin' the
Meltin' my pen, I have meltin' your chin
When I you over the bridge, helpin' you swim

You better a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like [Incomprehensible] packin' your
Or snatch your face off like I'm Cage
And it could be of y'all, puttin' eight in your grave

niggas think they hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit throat, you be coughin' up lead
The step is to off you, dead
I'ma cut your fuckin' neck off and have Kim auction head
(Beehive)

See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for
Even if I know you, I respect
And if I put you in the body bag, your man is
The Advakid and Queen Bee leave the game in a mess
(Beehive)

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

young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
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 under your
(Beehive)

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

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

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

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

Now putcha hands around your and holler out
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