Luyện nghe bài hát Not Tonight

Lil' kim, left eye, missy elliot, da brat, & angie
(appears on the unedited of the nothing to lose soundtrack)

Uhh,
Uhh, another one, and another one

From lil' kim, the bee

It's ladies night what, it must be on the mic
The butter p honey got the got the spice
Roll the l's tight keep the rhymes
Yo I just made this up last night
And uhh... I'm the on this all-star team
Me and kim is gettin' cream thelma and louise
But on chrome never that brooklyn shit alone
So if you say on then it's on

this in your whips
Pack 'em call the roadie the chips in the wrists
Here's a french
I all you chicks split six from the four-fifth
Make you dance
I stay in the dopest
a penny with a hole in it y'all just hopeless
And this I ain't lyin'
tryin' to knock me off keep tryin'
All it takes is one phone call to my team
that ass like a soundtrack new jack ci-tay
Set it off with eighty-fiftay
Y'all missin' the what the fuck
Bump in the truck hand a buck to my several bitches
see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap mae to q-b
And I got all my sisters me

Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh a night)
Oh this is night, and the feel is right
Oh this is night, oh what a night (oh what a night)

Uhh, never the one a gun
Got some other raw chicks for that lay ass flat
I be the one ya paragraphs with laughs
Get ya back up on the right
Ain't no stoppin' my ladies club hoppin' gets my rock on
From still frozen at paradise joint
Booty with the glass in my left one
Right hand sayin'
To me my girls is fly bitches
To my niggas straight snitches and to them chicos
Lady pimp ain't that shit
If you ain't got the cash to stash suck my dick
a bell ringer
Lay another finger on this big bad miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames risin'
To the top and it don't

Y'all see how these bogus niggas try not to the dopest bitches
Approachin' with good intentions but on they riches
If it's too hot then get the up out the kitchen
Niggas dicks stay lifted when they of me
Cause the rhythm I kick puzzle them arithe-ma-tic
Fillin' 'em with sluggers off the nine milli click
Bitches we just, keep kickin' up dust
And you can spread shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me by me sayin' you lovin' me
phony niggas be buggin' I can tell
Cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push
Need to get me mo' of deez, and m3's
Smoke weed from overseas pimped out rol-eys
Fuck the police my wallet obese
Who the windy city woman still comin' and
from the chi
Tonight's the night for all the let's get high

Aiyyo kim, heheh, ya know I'm sayin'
I ain't even gon' leave sayin somethin' on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin'
What I like patti labelle or somebody nigga heheh
it out, uh huh, yeah

Oh a night
You should be like missy 'stead of bein' mike
I to ride ponies instead of ridin' bikes
Me and lil' kim got the rhymes to
I gotta a flight
Aheheh, round and shit
Niggas see us from elektra to undeas
Aaaaoooowwww wanna be us
Heh I'm out heh, ooh

night, ladies night...