Luyện nghe bài hát Hey F*?# You

Which of you schnooks my rhyme book?
Look give it back, you're wicky
With your ticky tack calls, touch you at all
I didn't touch your hand man, you its all ball

You sold a few records, but don't get
'Cause you used a bat to get those hits
You've been in the game, your is long
But when you break it down, you've got two songs

MC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shootin'
I just yell and MMM drops the beat
You people call MC's, but you're garbage men
out the trash when you pull out the pen

And if you like then hey fuck you!

Come on in, now I read about you up on six
They was trashin' your ass, it's sad you're dissed
Now talk about your face, now get pissed
But I suggest you see a

I keep that hot hot, not mild and weak
It's gonna burn your mouth until you wet your
I've got and billions of rhymes to flex
'Cause I've got more rhymes, than Carl got turtlenecks

Your are fake like a Canal Street watch
You're hearing me and like "Oh my god its Sasquatch!"
I'm walkin' on water, you're stepping in shit
So put your boots on before your ass gets lit

And if you don't then hey fuck you!

So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played
So put a quarter in ass, 'cause you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass, you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played

And if you like then hey fuck you!

Sucker it's me they're resenting
In the kingdom they call it presenting
With the dipsy the kit and caboodle
The truth is brutal your kugel

Kings County is my stomping
The Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
So ask me to wine and dine ya
I'm from Brooklyn you're from

You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Sam
You're yellin' and wildin' wondering who I am?
With those lies you're telling you look like Sam
But my style's like the Hoover Dam

And if you like then hey fuck you!
And if you don't like hey fuck you!

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