Luyện nghe bài hát Shut The Eff Up! (Hoe)

(I it's time I start feeling bitchy
I've too nice too long
Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty) --> Jackson

(Gon' be shit)
(Hot damn, hoe)
(Gon' be shit)
(Hot damn, hoe)
(Gon' be shit)
(Hot) (damn) (hoe)
(Hot damn, hoe)
(Gon' be shit)
(Hot damn)

[ 1 ]
Before jam starts I'm simply stating
You all waited, now you can stop waiting
I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30
Or shall I got straight to 80
Aw, it doesn't matter, when dissed, you're dissed
The not over, it's just beginning
Because Lyte is (What are you winning?)
Any battle in any
'The Ha, you're 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 out to give you what you don't have
So I sit back and relax, cause it makes me
I could diss, you names and make fun of you
(Hoe) But me the Lyte, I'm speakin the truth
Like a watchtower, by the hour
Lyte is rhymin, perfect
Milk the beat (I keep the beat)
the tap of his feet (With the tap of my feet)
When he it down (When I count it down
6-7-8) Lyte'll the debate

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(Hot damn, hoe)
(Shut the up)
(Hot damn, hoe)
(Shut the up)
(Hot damn, hoe)
(Shut the up)
(Here we) (here we)
(Gon' be shit)
(Here we go again)

[ 2 ]
The first thing you ask yourself is why do I
When you should really where is the father?
(Where is the father?) of your child, aren't we
You get around like a cab, now too bad
Everyone has been in you, isn't that
Bodily vibrations? Don't make me
Watchers is waiting, here's a free pass
You ain't loose, you fuckin jerk
And you ain't gettin paid, just gettin laid
Sexin and suckin, yeah, that is your
Put on earth just to distract me
Get those to rhymes and try to attack me
You will get nowhere, the is too blinding
Tell me, why I keep reminding
You to back, let the Lyte shine
Do not take shit till you write your own

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[ 3 ]
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 yourself, or you have to be taught
And being that you are not wise to do it on your own
The ones that write your rhymes might as well hold microphone
Dropped a little vinyl, now you think large
Step aside, Lyte MC is in charge
sleep on me, I'm far, far, far from dumb
So roll correctly if you to come
MC sucker, this is you waited for
I'm sick of the battle, go to war
Why do you me, Lyte Thee MC
Did not you know that I am
My screws are quite loose, in fact I have any
But it comes to rhymes, I've got many
Like I said and have to say
Over and over, you disobey
on this earth I reign superior
One of these days I will to get with ya
Tear you up mentally, from limb to
I am the Lyte, and you are just paperthin

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[ 4 ]
I sensed it, predicted it, it would happen
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 might add
But you insist on stayin, that me mad
But then again I don't mind, I've got someone to on
Write rhymes to diss and play tricks on
You ain't down, you wig-wearin clown
Burrowin to buy an outfit
Not even good enough for a picnic
I ask you: do you know who fuckin with?
those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips
I'm MC a/k/a MC Payback
Payback is a bitch, and I'm you no slack
Unfinished Business, shit was wack
So Lyte made no to strike back
But here we go again, what is Light's
Let me ask what the bomboclut you a-chat
Let me say next time that you pissed
I suggest that you try to diss

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[ 5 ]
You better watch what you say to me, cause I can get
The things that I'm of are unbelievable
In 10% I your head in a microwave
I'm into now, so you better behave
Or put you in a toaster, you're gettin toasted
Better yet an oven, you're gettin roasted
Don't listen to your rhyme writers, yo, they souped you
You ain't dope, you cope, they musta dooked you
You musta had some crack (real wack crack)
Sent you on a mission, and now you're comin
But let me school ya, Lyte is this show
So yo, hoe, I you oughta go
Lyte Thee MC gets into it (into it)
But remember, you me to do it

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Yo, now you
And no one's have to