Luyện nghe bài hát Shut The Eff Up!

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

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

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

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

Hoe but me the Lyte, I'm speakin' the truth
Like a watchtower, hour by the
is rhymin', perfect timin'
Milk keeps the beat, I the beat
the tap of his feet, with the tap of my feet
When he count it
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 shit
Here we go

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

and suckin', yeah, that is your trade
Put on this earth just to me
Get to write rhymes and try to attack me
You get nowhere, the Lyte 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

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

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

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

sleep on me, I'm far, far, far from dumb
So roll correctly if you decide to
MC sucker, is what you waited for
I'm sick of the battle, 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 don't any
But it comes to rhymes, I've got many
I said and will have to say
Over and over, 'cause you
on this 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 paper thin

Hot hoe
Shut the 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, it would happen
You plopped off fast on the scene and start
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 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
money to buy an outfit
Not even good enough for a picnic
I ask you, do you know who you're with
With those gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips?

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

Hot hoe
the fuck 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 I'm capable of are unbelievable
In 10%, I popped 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 gettin' roasted
Don't listen to rhyme writers, 'cause yo, they souped you

You ain't dope, you can't cope, 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 think you 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
the fuck up
Here we, we
Gon' be shit
Here we go

Yo, now you
And no one's to battle