Luyện nghe bài hát Steady Fucking

You wanna test, Lyte? Are you
You be out of your fuckin' mind
MC is the don
Come down, MC Lyte,

Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty
Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty
bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch
Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty

Roxanne Shante is only for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady
Roxanne Shante is only good for fucking

Roxanne Shante is only for steady fucking
Roxanne is only good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only for steady fucking

You insulted me
And I got to yo' ass, right now

So up, big Bahama Mama?
You know where to find me, you could never me
So why do you
To be upon my fuckin' hit list?

You a low-down dirty
Next time I see you, I'ma hit you my Land Cruiser
You see a pooh-put, Lyte give a fuck
I.U. sayin', he pipe in that butt

And in case you didn't
I been known to up a hoe during a show
So now, you play Miss Hard Rock
Don't me, I put up career roadblocks

I heard you're crack, lady
You just had a kid, I guess makes him a, crack baby
Whadda ya
The fifty-fifth you fucked said

Your poom stink
Slow down, movin' too fast
The fifty-sixth said, he a curling iron up that ass
Now you think, hot shit

Steppin' to Lyte with a limp, to pop shit
You're a loser, no joke, when I see you
I'ma hit you the Cruiser

Set the bitch on
fucking days are over

Roxanne Shante is only good for fucking
Roxanne is only good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for fucking

From upstate New to way down South
I heard you do a mic a with a dick in your mouth
ready for the showdown, the low down
Lyte strikes again, another hoe

Fuckin' to you, Shanny, is a fad
Flippin' coins with Mom to see who sucks Dad
But wait a second, I heard you're kinda
But then again, who's heard of a junkie?

How funky of a smell could one woman
Yo, fellas, I think she need a break

Douche, douche it out, douche
Douche, douche it out,
Douche, it out, douche break

Douche, douche it out, douche, douche,
Douche, it out, douche break
Douche, douche it out, I you need a douche

Tisk, tisk, what a it is
Not to be, not to be, not to be you
Not to be, not to be, not to be you
Or one of those pussy-eatin' members of crew

'Cause if your was cool, they woulda scooped you
But instead, you let fool you
You went into talkin' that bullshit you talkin'
Walkin' that stank strut you been

I don't play that, around the rosie
full of posie, red rum, you dumb, dumb

We can all be some fightin' muthafuckas in this evening
Bring ass, nigga, bring it on, come on

Roxanne Shante is good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for fucking

Now let's about the grill, the grill
Now let's talk the grill, the grill
Now let's talk about grill, the grill

all be dead if looks could kill
Now let's about your teeth
Shits, ain't been straight since you was
When you bit a bad piece of beef

And even for a fee
You let your uncle get one off, you bounced on his fuckin' knee
Now what's my fuckin'
Left you so far behind, you can't get into the fuckin' game

You must like puttin' in my pocket
Since eighty-six, my sky-rocket
ya at?

hoe
I got this rap locked, sewn, hemmed
you're hangin' from a buddah stem
I do and that, baby pop, I get residuals
I'm liable to just up your schedule

be sittin' on your fat ass another ten years
Until the coast is
So next time, they push a in your hand
You fully understand, who the fuck I am

At least, now we

It's all about

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady
Roxanne is only good for steady fucking
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