Luyện nghe bài hát Steady Fucking

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And in case you didn't
I known to fuck up a hoe during a show
So now, you wanna Miss Hard Rock
Don't test me, I put up career

I heard smokin' crack, lady
You just had a kid, I guess makes him a, crack baby
Whadda ya
The fifty-fifth you fucked said

Your poom stink
Slow down, you're movin' too
The said, he stuck a curling iron up that ass
Now you think, you're hot

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
Your days are over

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

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

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

How of a smell could one woman make?
Yo, fellas, I she need a douche break

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

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

Tisk, tisk, a relief 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 scooped you
But instead, you let them you
You went into talkin' that you been talkin'
Walkin' that strut you been walkin'

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

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

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

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

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

And even for a fee
You let uncle get one off, while you bounced on his fuckin' 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 sky-rocket
ya at?

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

You'll be sittin' on your fat ass ten years
Until the coast is
So next time, they push a rhyme in hand
You better fully understand, who the I am

At least, now we

It's all Lyte

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