Luyện nghe bài hát Steady Fucking

You wanna test, Are you stupid?
You gotta be out of your mind
MC is the don
Come down, MC Lyte,

Dirty bitch, you dirty, bitch
bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch
Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty
Dirty bitch, you dirty, bitch

Roxanne Shante is only for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only for steady fucking
Shante is only good for steady fucking

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady
Roxanne Shante is only for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only for steady fucking

You insulted me
And I got to kick yo' ass, now

So up, big Bahama Mama?
You know to find me, you could never climb me
So why do you
To be placed my fuckin' hit list?

You a dirty loser
Next time I see you, I'ma hit you with my Cruiser
You see a pooh-put, Lyte give a fuck
I.U. sayin', he laid pipe in butt

And in you didn't know
I been known to up a hoe during a show
So now, you wanna play Hard Rock
test me, I put up career roadblocks

I heard you're smokin' crack,
You just had a kid, I guess that him a, crack baby
Whadda ya
The fifty-fifth nigga you said

Your poom poom
Slow down, you're movin' too
The fifty-sixth said, he stuck a curling up that ass
Now you think, hot shit

Steppin' to with a limp, tryin' to pop shit
You're a loser, no joke, when I see you
hit you with the Cruiser

Set the on fire
fucking days are over

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady
Shante is only good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for fucking

From New York to way down South
I heard you do a mic a checka with a dick in your
You're ready for the showdown, the low
strikes again, another hoe down

Fuckin' to you, Shanny, is a fad
Flippin' coins with Mom to see who sucks Dad
But wait a second, I heard kinda funky
But again, who's heard of a clean junkie?

How funky of a smell could one woman
Yo, fellas, I think she need a douche

Douche, douche it out, douche
Douche, douche it out,
Douche, douche it out, douche

Douche, douche it out, douche, douche,
Douche, douche it out, douche
Douche, douche it out, I think you a douche

Tisk, tisk, what a it is
Not to be, not to be, not to be you
Not to be, not to be, not to be you
Or one of those pussy-eatin' members of crew

'Cause if your was cool, they woulda scooped you
But instead, you let fool you
You went into talkin' that you been talkin'
Walkin' that stank strut you been

I don't play that, ring the rosie
Pocket full of posie, red rum, you dumb,

We can all be some fightin' in here this evening
your ass, nigga, bring it on, come on

Roxanne Shante is only for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for fucking
Roxanne Shante is good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady

Now let's about the grill, the grill
Now let's about the grill, the grill
Now let's talk about grill, the grill

We'd all be dead if could kill
Now let's about your teeth
Shits, ain't been straight since you was
When you bit into a bad of beef

And for a small fee
You let your get one off, while you bounced on his fuckin' knee
Now what's my name?
Left you so far behind, you can't get back into the fuckin'

You must puttin' dough in my pocket
Since eighty-six, my sky-rocket
ya at?

hoe
I got this rap locked, sewn, hemmed
While hangin' from a buddah stem
I do this and that, pop, I get residuals
I'm liable to fuck up your schedule

You'll be on your fat ass another ten years
Until the is clear
So next time, push a rhyme in your hand
You better understand, who the fuck I am

At least, now we

It's all Lyte

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady
Roxanne is only good for steady fucking
Roxanne is only good for steady fucking
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