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, dirty

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

Roxanne Shante is only good for fucking
Roxanne Shante is good for steady fucking
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 time I see you, I'ma hit you with my Land
You see a pooh-put, Lyte don't a fuck
I.U. sayin', he pipe in that butt

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

I heard you're smokin' crack,
You just had a kid, I guess makes him a, crack baby
ya think?
The fifty-fifth nigga you fucked

Your poom stink
Slow down, movin' too fast
The said, he stuck a curling 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 fucking days are

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

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

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

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

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

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 members of your crew

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

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

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

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

Now let's 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 kill
Now let's talk about your
Shits, ain't been straight since you was
you bit into a bad piece of beef

And even for a fee
You let your uncle get one off, you bounced on his fuckin' knee
Now what's my fuckin'
Left you so far behind, you can't get back the fuckin' game

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

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

You'll be on your fat ass another ten years
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 is only good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only for steady fucking
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