Luyện nghe bài hát Shut The Eff Up!

I think time I start feeling bitchy
I've been too nice, too
Yup, it's time I get nasty

Gon' be shit
Hot hoe
Gon' be some
Hot hoe
Gon' be shit
Hot hoe
Hot hoe
be some shit
Hot

Before this jam starts, I'm simply
You all waited, now you can stop waiting
Shall I into the disses, go 20, then 30
Or I got straight to 80%?
Aw, it matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed
The party's not over, it's just
Because Lyte is winning, what are you
Any battle in any

'The Gangstress' ha, on a wack journey
Hoe for nowhere, with time to spare
So I'ma this rhyme right now and right here
I'd tell your name, but would give you fame
And I ain't out to give you what you have
So, I sit back and relax, 'cause it makes me
I could diss, call you and make fun of you

Hoe but me the Lyte, I'm into speakin' the
a watchtower, hour by the hour
Lyte is rhymin', perfect
Milk keeps the beat, I keep the
the tap of his feet, with the tap of my feet
When he it down
I count it down, 6, 7, 8, Lyte'll start the debate

Hot hoe
Shut the up
Hot hoe
the fuck up
Hot hoe
Shut the up
we, here we
Gon' be some
we go again

The thing you ask yourself is why do I bother?
you should really ask
Where is the father of child, aren't we wild?
You get around like a cab, now too bad
Everyone has been in you, isn't that sad, vibrations?
make me laugh, weight watchers is waiting
Here's a free pass, you ain't gettin' loose, you fuckin'
And you ain't gettin' paid, you're just laid

Sexin' and suckin', yeah, is your trade
Put on earth just to distract me
Get those to write and try to attack me
You will get nowhere, the Lyte is too
me, why must I keep reminding
You to back, let the Lyte shine
Do not take till you write your own rhymes

Hot hoe
Shut the up
Hot hoe
Shut the up
Hot hoe
Shut the up
we, here we
Gon' be some
Here we go

mold is fake, Crayola, crayon
Don't to sleep or even prey on
The is too wicked, too worthy, too strong
And the rhymes I create are made to long
Let me wise you up, rappin' a sport

You have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught
And that you are not wise enough to do it on your own
The ones that write your rhymes
As well hold microphone
Dropped a vinyl, now you think you're large
Step aside, Lyte MC is in charge

sleep on me, I'm far, far, far from dumb
So correctly if you decide to come
MC sucker, is what you waited for
I'm sick of the battle, go to war
Why do you challenge me, Lyte MC
Did not you that I am crazy?

My screws are quite loose, in fact I don't any
But when it comes to rhymes, got many
I said and will have to say
Over and over, 'cause you
Here on this earth, I superior
One of these days, I will to get with ya
Tear you up mentally, from to limb
'Cause I am the Lyte, and you are just paper

Hot hoe
the fuck up
Hot hoe
Shut the up
Hot hoe
Shut the up
Here we, we
Gon' be shit
Here we go

I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would
You plopped off fast on the and start rappin'
Now it is my duty, to all
To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto,
Now I was polite, nice I may add
But you insist on stayin', that me mad
But again I don't mind, I've got someone to pick on

Write rhymes to diss and even tricks on
You ain't really down, you wig-wearin'
money to buy an outfit
Not even good enough for a picnic
I ask you, do you who you're fuckin' with
those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips?

I'm MC a.k.a. MC Payback
is a bitch, and I'm givin' you no slack
Unfinished business, that was wack
So Lyte made no attempt to strike
But here we go again, what is Light's
Let me ask what the you a chat about?
Let me say time that you feel pissed
I suggest that you try to diss

Hot hoe
the fuck up
Hot hoe
the fuck up
Hot hoe
Shut the up
we here we
Gon' be shit
we go again

You better what you say to me, 'cause I can get evil
The things that I'm of are unbelievable
In 10%, I popped your in a microwave
I'm into blenders now, so you behave
Or put you in a toaster, because gettin' toasted
Better yet an oven, because you're gettin'
Don't listen to your writers, 'cause yo, they souped you

You ain't dope, you cope, they musta dooked you
You musta had some wack crack real crack
Sent you on a mission, and now you're comin'
But let me school ya, is runnin' this show
So yo, hoe, I think you go
Before Lyte MC gets into it
But remember, you me to do it

Hot hoe
Shut the up
Hot hoe
the fuck up
Hot hoe
Shut the up
Here we, we
be some shit
Here we go

Yo, now you
And no have to battle