Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Fuck You

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

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

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

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

Sucker MC's it's me they're
In the animal they call it presenting
With the dipsy the kit and kaboodle
The truth is brutal, your kugel
County is my stomping ground
The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn,
So ask me to wine and dine ya
I'm from Brooklyn from Regina
You're like Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
just yellin', wildin', wondering who I am
With those lies you're telling like Toucan Sam
My style's like the Hoover Dam

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