Luyện nghe bài hát Steady Fucking

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

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

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

Roxanne Shante is good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for 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 to find me, you could never climb me
So why do you
To be placed upon my hit list?

You a dirty loser
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 laid pipe in butt

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

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

Your poom stink
Slow down, movin' too fast
The fifty-sixth said, he 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 on fire
Your fucking days are

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

From upstate New York to way South
I heard you do a mic a checka with a 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 you're kinda funky
But then again, who's heard of a junkie?

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

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

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

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 crew was cool, they woulda scooped you
But instead, you let them you
You went into that bullshit 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 fightin' muthafuckas in here this evening
your ass, nigga, bring it on, come on

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

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

We'd all be dead if looks 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 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 must like puttin' in my pocket
eighty-six, my career sky-rocket
ya at?

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

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

At least, now we

It's all about

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