Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Fuck 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 touch your hand, man, you know it's all
You sold a few but don't get slick
'Cause you a corked bat to get those hits
Yeah you've in the game, your career is long
But when you really break it down, only got two songs
MCs are like clay pigeons and I'm shootin'
I just yell pull and drops the beat
You people yourselves MCs but you're garbage men
Takin' out the when you pull out the pen

And if you don't like it, then hey, 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 now don't get pissed
But I suggest you see a
I keep that hot sauce hot not and weak
It's gonna burn your mouth you wet your beak
I've got billions and billions of rhymes to
I've got more rhymes than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks
Your rhymes are fake like a Street watch
You're hearing me and you're "oh my God its Sasquatch!"
But I'm walkin' on water while you're in shit
So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets

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

Sucker it's me they're resenting
In the animal they call it presenting
the dipsy doo-doo the kit and kaboodle
The truth is brutal, your grandma's
Kings County is my stomping
The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn,
So don't ask me to wine and ya
I'm from Brooklyn you're Regina
You're like Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
You're yellin', wildin', wondering who I am
With those lies you're telling you're Toucan Sam
My impregnable like the Hoover Dam

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