Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Fuck You

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

And if you like it, then hey, fuck you

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

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

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

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