Luyện nghe bài hát Steady Fucking

You wanna test, Are you stupid?
You gotta be out of fuckin' mind
MC is the don
down, MC Lyte, seen

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

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

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

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

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

You a dirty loser
Next I see you, I'ma hit you with my Land Cruiser
You see a pooh-put, Lyte don't a fuck
I.U. sayin', he laid in that butt

And in case you know
I been known to fuck up a hoe during a
So now, you wanna Miss Hard Rock
test me, I put up career roadblocks

I heard smokin' crack, lady
You just had a kid, I that makes him a, crack baby
ya think?
The fifty-fifth nigga you said

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

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

Set the bitch on
Your days are over

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

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

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

How funky of a could one woman make?
Yo, fellas, I think she need a break

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

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 your

'Cause if your crew was cool, they woulda you
But instead, you let them you
You went into talkin' that you been talkin'
Walkin' that stank you been walkin'

I play that, ring around the rosie
Pocket of posie, red rum, you dumb, dumb

We can all be some muthafuckas in here this evening
Bring ass, nigga, bring it on, come on

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

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

We'd all be dead if looks could
Now let's talk your teeth
Shits, been straight since you was eight
you bit into a bad piece of beef

And even for a fee
You let your uncle get one off, while you bounced on his knee
Now my fuckin' name?
Left you so far behind, you get back into the fuckin' game

You like puttin' dough in my pocket
Since eighty-six, my career
ya at?

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

You'll be sittin' on your fat ass another ten
the coast is clear
So next time, they push a in your hand
You fully understand, who the fuck I am

At least, now we

It's all Lyte

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