Luyện nghe bài hát Shut The Eff Up!

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

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

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

'The 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 would give you fame
And I ain't out to give you what you 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, by the hour
is rhymin', perfect timin'
Milk keeps the beat, I keep the
With the tap of his feet, with the tap of my
he count it down
When I count it down, 6, 7, 8, Lyte'll start the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would
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 may add
But you on stayin', that makes 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 wig-wearin'
Burrowin' to buy an outfit
Not even good enough for a picnic
I ask you, do you know who fuckin' with
those bubble gum jeans and those 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 back
But we go again, what is Light's Out?
Let me ask what the bomboclut you a chat
Let me say next time that you pissed
I suggest you don't try to diss

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

You better watch what you say to me, 'cause I can get
The things that I'm capable of are
In 10%, I popped your 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 gettin'
Don't listen to your rhyme writers, 'cause yo, souped you

You ain't dope, you can't cope, musta dooked 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 MC gets into it
But remember, you me to do it

Hot hoe
Shut the 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 have to battle