Luyện nghe bài hát Hey F*?# You

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

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

MC's are clay pigeons and I'm shootin' skeet
I just pull and MMM drops the beat
You people yourselves MC's, but you're garbage men
Takin' out the when you pull out the pen

And if you don't like hey fuck you!

Come on in, now I about you up on page six
They was trashin' your ass, it's sad getting dissed
Now talk about your face, now don't get
But I suggest you see a

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

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

And if you don't like hey fuck you!

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

And if you don't then hey fuck you!

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

Kings is my stomping ground
The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn,
So don't ask me to wine and ya
I'm from Brooklyn you're from

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

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

What a