Luyện nghe bài hát Shut The Eff Up!

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

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

Before jam starts, I'm simply stating
You have all waited, now you can waiting
I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30
Or shall I got straight to
Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're
The not over, it's just beginnin'
Because Lyte is winning, what are you
Any in any competition

'The Gangstress' ha, on a wack journey
Hoe headed for nowhere, with to spare
So I'ma kick this right now and right here
I'd tell your name, but that give you fame
And I ain't out to give you you don't have
So, I sit back and relax, it makes me laugh
I could diss, call you names and fun of you

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

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

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

Sexin' and suckin', yeah, is your trade
Put on this just to distract me
Get to write rhymes and try to attack me
You will get nowhere, the is too blinding
Tell me, why must I reminding
You to step back, let the Lyte
Do not shit till you write your own rhymes

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

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

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

Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far dumb
So roll correctly if you decide to
MC sucker, this is you waited for
I'm sick of the battle, go to war
Why do you challenge me, Lyte MC
Did not you know I am crazy?

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

Hot hoe
the fuck up
Hot hoe
Shut the up
Hot hoe
Shut the up
Here we, we
Gon' be some
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 quite polite, I may add
But you insist on stayin', makes me mad
But then again I don't mind, got someone to pick on

Write rhymes to diss and even play on
You really down, you wig-wearin' clown
Burrowin' to buy an outfit
Not even enough for a Sunday picnic
I ask you, do you know who you're with
With bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips?

I'm MC Lyte a.k.a. MC
Payback is a bitch, and I'm givin' you no
Unfinished business, that was wack
So Lyte no attempt to strike back
But here we go again, what is Out?
Let me ask what the you a chat about?
Let me say time that you feel pissed
I suggest you don't try to diss

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

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

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

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

Yo, now you
And no have to battle