Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Fuck You

Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book,
it back, you're wicky-wack
With your ticky-tack calls, touch you at all
I didn't touch hand, man, you know it's all ball
You sold a few records but get slick
'Cause you used a bat to get those hits
Yeah you've in the game, your career is long
But you really break it down, you've only got two songs
MCs are like clay pigeons and I'm shootin'
I yell pull and Mike drops the beat
You people call yourselves MCs but you're men
Takin' out the when you pull out the pen

And if you don't like it, hey, fuck you

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Now, I read you up on page six
They was your ass it's sad you're getting dissed
Now talk about your face now get pissed
But I suggest you see a
I keep hot sauce hot not mild and weak
It's gonna burn your mouth until you wet beak
I've got billions and billions of rhymes to
'Cause I've got more rhymes than Carl got turtlenecks
Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street
You're hearing me and like "oh my God its Sasquatch!"
But I'm walkin' on water while stepping in shit
So put your sewer boots on before ass gets licked

And if you don't it, then hey, fuck you
So put a quarter in your ass you played yourself
So put a in your ass 'cause you played yourself
So put a in your ass 'cause you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you played
And it you don't like it, hey, fuck you

Sucker MC's it's me they're
In the animal kingdom they call it
With the dipsy doo-doo the kit and
The is brutal, your grandma's kugel
Kings County is my ground
The Albee Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
So ask me to wine and dine ya
I'm from Brooklyn from Regina
You're like Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
just yellin', wildin', wondering who I am
With those lies you're telling you're like Sam
My style's like the Hoover Dam

And if you don't it, then hey, fuck you
And if you don't like it, hey, fuck you
Wow, a loser!