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

(I think it's time I feeling bitchy
been too nice too long
Yup, it's time I get nasty) --> Millie 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 this jam I'm simply stating
You have all waited, now you can waiting
Shall I into the disses, go 20, then 30
Or shall I got straight to 80
Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're
The not over, it's just beginning
Because Lyte is (What are you winning?)
Any battle in any
'The Gangstress'? Ha, on a wack journey
(Hoe) Headed for nowhere, time to spare
So I'ma kick rhyme right now and right here
I'd tell your name, but that would you fame
And I ain't out to 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 into speakin the
a watchtower, hour by the hour
Lyte is rhymin, timin
Milk keeps the beat (I the beat)
the tap of his feet (With the tap of my feet)
When he count it down (When I count it
6-7-8) Lyte'll start the

[ ]
(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 ask: where is the father?
(Where is the father?) of child, aren't we wild?
You get around like a cab, now too bad
has been in you, isn't that sad?
Bodily Don't make me laugh
Watchers is waiting, here's a free pass
You ain't loose, you fuckin jerk
And you ain't gettin paid, you're just laid
Sexin and suckin, yeah, is your trade
Put on this earth to distract me
Get those to write rhymes and try to me
You will get nowhere, the is too blinding
me, why must I keep reminding
You to back, let the Lyte shine
Do not take shit you write your own rhymes

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[ 3 ]
Your mold is fake, crayola,
Don't dare to or even prey on
The Lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too
And the rhymes I create are made to long
Let me wise you up, rappin a sport
You either have to teach yourself, or you to be taught
And being that you are not wise to do it on your own
The ones that write your rhymes might as hold your 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 to come
MC sucker, this is you waited for
I'm of the battle, let's go to war
Why do you challenge me, Thee MC
Did not you know that I am
My screws are quite loose, in I don't have any
But when it comes to rhymes, I've got
Like I and will have to say
Over and over, cause you
Here on this I reign 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

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[ 4 ]
I sensed it, predicted it, knew it happen
You off fast on the scene and start rappin
Now it is my duty, to all
To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto,
Now I was quite polite, I might add
But you insist on stayin, makes me mad
But again I don't mind, I've got someone to pick on
Write rhymes to diss and play tricks on
You ain't really down, you clown
Burrowin to buy an outfit
Not even good enough for a Sunday
I ask you: do you know who fuckin with?
those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips
I'm MC Lyte MC Payback
Payback is a bitch, and I'm givin you no
Unfinished Business, that shit was
So Lyte made no attempt to back
But here we go again, what is Light's
Let me ask what the bomboclut you a-chat
Let me say time that you feel pissed
I suggest you don't try to diss

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

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Yo, now you
And no one's have to