Luyện nghe bài hát Shut The Eff Up!

I it's time I start feeling bitchy
I've too nice, too long
Yup, it's definitely I get nasty

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

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

Gangstress' ha, you're 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 give you what you don't
So, I sit back and relax, it makes me laugh
I diss, call you names and make fun of you

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

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

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

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

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

Your mold is fake, Crayola,
Don't dare to sleep or prey on
The is too wicked, too worthy, too strong
And the rhymes I create are to last 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 enough to do it on own
The that write your rhymes might
As well your microphone
Dropped a vinyl, now you think you're large
Step aside, Thee MC is in charge

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

My screws are quite loose, in fact I have any
But when it comes to rhymes, I've got
Like I and will have to say
Over and over, you disobey
Here on earth, I reign superior
One of these days, I have to get with ya
Tear you up mentally, limb to limb
'Cause I am the Lyte, and you are just thin

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

I sensed it, predicted it, knew it happen
You plopped off fast on the scene and 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 on stayin', that makes me mad
But then again I don't mind, I've got to pick 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 who you're fuckin' with
With those bubble gum jeans and 2 for 1 skips?

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

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

You better watch you say to me, 'cause I can get evil
The things that I'm of are unbelievable
In 10%, I popped your head in a
I'm blenders 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 rhyme writers, 'cause yo, they souped you

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

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

Yo, now you
And no one's to battle