Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Fuck You

Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book,
Give it back, wicky-wack
With your calls, didn't touch you at all
I didn't touch your hand, man, you it's all ball
You a few records but don't get slick
you used a corked bat to get those hits
Yeah you've been in the game, your is long
But when you really break it down, only got two songs
MCs are like pigeons and I'm shootin' skeet
I yell pull and Mike drops the beat
You call yourselves MCs but you're garbage men
out the trash when you pull 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' your ass sad you're getting 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 mouth until you wet your beak
I've got and billions of rhymes to flex
'Cause I've got more rhymes Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks
rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch
You're me and you're like "oh my God its Sasquatch!"
But I'm walkin' on while you're stepping in shit
So put your sewer boots on before ass gets licked

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

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

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