Luyện nghe bài hát Shut The Eff Up!

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

Gon' be shit
Hot hoe
Gon' be some
Hot hoe
be some shit
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 I got straight to 80%?
Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, dissed
The party's not over, it's just
Because Lyte is winning, are you winning?
Any in any competition

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

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

Hot hoe
the fuck up
Hot hoe
the fuck 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?
When you should 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, that sad, bodily vibrations?
Don't make me laugh, weight is waiting
Here's a free pass, you ain't gettin' loose, you jerk
And you ain't gettin' paid, you're just laid

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

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

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

You either have to yourself, or you have to be taught
And being that you are not wise enough to do it on own
The ones that your rhymes might
As well hold your
a little vinyl, now you think 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, this is what you 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 I don't have any
But when it comes to rhymes, got many
I said and will have to say
Over and over, 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
Shut the up
Hot hoe
the fuck up
Here we, we
be some shit
Here we go

I sensed it, predicted it, 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 quite polite, I may add
But you insist on stayin', that me mad
But then again I don't mind, I've got someone to on

Write rhymes to diss and even play on
You ain't really down, you clown
money to buy an outfit
Not good enough for a Sunday picnic
I ask you, do you know who you're fuckin'
With those bubble gum jeans and 2 for 1 skips?

I'm MC Lyte a.k.a. MC
Payback is a bitch, and I'm givin' you no
Unfinished business, that was wack
So Lyte made no attempt to strike
But here we go again, what is Light's
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
the fuck up
Hot hoe
the fuck up
Hot hoe
the fuck up
Here we we
be some shit
Here we go

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, because gettin' toasted
Better yet an oven, you're gettin' roasted
Don't listen to your rhyme writers, 'cause yo, souped you

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

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

Yo, now you
And no one's have to