Luyện nghe bài hát Steady Fucking

You wanna test, Are you stupid?
You gotta be out of your fuckin'
MC is the don
down, MC Lyte, seen

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

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

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

You done me
And I got to kick yo' ass, now

So what's up, big Mama?
You know where to find me, you could climb me
So why do you
To be placed upon my fuckin' hit

You a dirty loser
time I see you, I'ma hit you with my Land Cruiser
You see a pooh-put, Lyte give a fuck
I.U. sayin', he laid in that butt

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

I heard smokin' crack, lady
You just had a kid, I that makes him a, crack baby
Whadda ya
The fifty-fifth nigga you fucked

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

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

Set the bitch on
Your fucking are over

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

From upstate New York to way South
I heard you do a mic a checka with a dick in your
You're ready for the showdown, the low
strikes again, another hoe down

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

How funky of a smell one woman make?
Yo, fellas, I think she a douche break

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

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

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 crew was cool, they woulda you
But instead, you let fool you
You went talkin' that bullshit you been talkin'
Walkin' that stank you been walkin'

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

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

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

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

We'd all be dead if could kill
Now let's talk about your
Shits, ain't been straight since you was
When you bit into a bad of beef

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

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

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

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

At least, now we

It's all about

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