Luyện nghe bài hát Shut The Eff Up!

I think it's time I feeling bitchy
been too nice, too long
Yup, it's time I get nasty

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

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

'The Gangstress' ha, you're on a wack
Hoe headed for nowhere, time to spare
So I'ma this rhyme right now and right here
I'd tell your name, but that give you fame
And I out to give you what you don't have
So, I sit and relax, 'cause it makes me laugh
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 keeps the beat, I the beat
With the tap of his feet, 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
Shut the up
Hot hoe
the fuck up
Here we, we
Gon' be shit
we go again

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

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

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

Your is fake, Crayola, crayon
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 you are not wise enough to do it on your own
The that write your rhymes might
As well your microphone
Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you're
Step aside, Thee MC is in charge

sleep on me, I'm far, far, far from 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 know that I am

My screws are quite loose, in I don't have any
But when it comes to rhymes, got many
Like I said and will to say
Over and over, you disobey
Here on this earth, I reign
One of these days, I will have to get ya
Tear you up mentally, limb to limb
I am the Lyte, and you are just paper thin

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

I sensed it, it, knew it would 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 quite polite, I may add
But you insist on stayin', makes me mad
But then again I mind, I've got someone to pick on

Write rhymes to diss and even play on
You ain't down, you wig-wearin' clown
Burrowin' money to buy an
Not even good enough for a Sunday
I ask you, do you who you're fuckin' with
With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1

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

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

You better watch what you say to me, I can get evil
The things that I'm 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 gettin' toasted
Better yet an oven, because you're roasted
Don't to your rhyme writers, 'cause yo, they souped you

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

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

Yo, now you
And no have to battle