Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Fuck You

Which of you schnooks took my book, look
it back, you're 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
'Cause you used a bat to get those hits
you've been in the game, your career is long
But when you really break it down, you've got two songs
MCs are clay pigeons and I'm shootin' skeet
I just yell pull and drops the beat
You people yourselves MCs but you're garbage men
Takin' out the trash when you out the pen

And if you like it, then hey, fuck 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 that hot sauce hot not mild and weak
It's gonna burn your mouth you wet your beak
I've got billions and billions of rhymes to
'Cause I've got rhymes than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks
Your rhymes are like 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 boots on before your ass gets licked

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

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

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