Luyện nghe bài hát Shut The Eff Up!

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

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

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

'The Gangstress' ha, you're on a journey
Hoe headed for nowhere, time to spare
So I'ma kick rhyme right now and right here
I'd your name, but that would give you fame
And I ain't out to give you what you don't
So, I sit back and relax, 'cause it me laugh
I could diss, call you and make fun of you

Hoe but me the Lyte, I'm speakin' the truth
Like a watchtower, by the hour
is rhymin', perfect timin'
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 start the

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

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

Sexin' and suckin', yeah, that is trade
Put on this just to distract me
Get those to rhymes and try to attack me
You will get nowhere, the Lyte is too
Tell me, why must I 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
Gon' be shit
we go again

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

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

My screws are quite loose, in fact I have any
But when it to rhymes, I've got many
Like I said and will to say
and over, 'cause you disobey
Here on this earth, I superior
One of these days, I will to get with ya
you up mentally, from 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 it, predicted it, knew it would happen
You plopped off on the scene 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 then again I mind, I've got someone to pick on

Write rhymes to and even play tricks on
You ain't really down, you clown
Burrowin' to buy an outfit
Not even good enough for a picnic
I ask you, do you know who you're fuckin'
With those 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 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
the fuck up
Here we we
Gon' be shit
we go again

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

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

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

Yo, now you
And no one's to battle