Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Fuck You

Which of you took my rhyme book, look
it back, you're wicky-wack
With your calls, didn't touch you at all
I didn't touch hand, man, you know it's all ball
You a few records but don't get slick
'Cause you a corked bat to get those hits
Yeah you've been in the game, career is long
But when you really it down, you've only got two songs
MCs are like pigeons and I'm shootin' skeet
I just yell and Mike drops the beat
You people yourselves MCs but you're garbage men
Takin' out the trash you pull out the pen

And if you don't like it, then hey, you

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Now, I read about you up on six
was trashin' your ass it's sad you're getting dissed
Now talk about your face now get pissed
But I suggest you see a
I keep hot sauce hot not mild and weak
It's gonna your mouth until you wet your beak
I've got and billions of rhymes to flex
I've got more rhymes than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks
Your rhymes are fake a Canal Street watch
You're hearing me and you're "oh my God its Sasquatch!"
But I'm walkin' on while you're stepping in shit
So put your boots on before your ass gets licked

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

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

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