Luyện nghe bài hát Not Tonight

Lil' kim, left eye, missy elliot, da brat, & angie
(appears on the unedited version of the to lose soundtrack)

Uhh,
Uhh, here's one, and another one

From lil' kim, the bee

It's ladies night what, it be angie on the mic
The p honey got the sugar got the spice
Roll the l's tight the rhymes right
Yo I just this motherfucker up last night
And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star
Me and kim is gettin' like thelma and louise
But on chrome never leave that brooklyn alone
So if you say it's on then on

Bang in your whips
Pack 'em call the with the chips in the wrists
a french kiss
I dismissed all you split six from the four-fifth
Make you dance
I focused in the dopest
Like a penny a hole in it y'all just hopeless
And toke this I lyin'
tryin' to knock me off keep tryin'
All it takes is one phone call to my street
Promote that ass like a soundtrack new jack
Set it off that eighty-fiftay
Y'all missin' the buck the fuck
Bump biggie in the truck hand a buck to my bitches
Lemme see ya do tha 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 is tight
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the 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 lay that ass flat
I be the one ya paragraphs with laughs
Get ya back up on the right
Ain't no my ladies from club hoppin' gets my rock on
From still frozen at paradise joint
shakin' with the glass in my left one
Right sayin' step-son
To me my is fancy fly bitches
To my niggas straight snitches and to them other
Lady pimp ain't that shit
If you ain't got the cash to stash my dick hoes
Strictly a ringer
Lay another finger on this big bad miss lady rap singer
I be the one to as the flames keep risin'
To the top and it don't

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

Aiyyo kim, heheh, ya what I'm sayin'
I ain't even leave without sayin somethin' on this track
You ain't use me to just be singin' hooks
What I look like patti labelle or somebody nigga
it out, uh huh, yeah

Oh what a
You should be missy 'stead of bein' like mike
I to ride ponies instead of ridin' bikes
Me and lil' kim got the to incite
I gotta catch a
Aheheh, round and shit
can't see us from elektra to undeas
Aaaaoooowwww wanna be us
Heh I'm out heh, ooh

Ladies night, night...