Luyện nghe bài hát Shut The Eff Up!

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

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

Before jam starts, I'm simply stating
You have all waited, now you can waiting
Shall I 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 is winning, what are you winning?
Any battle in any

'The Gangstress' ha, you're on a journey
Hoe headed for nowhere, with 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 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 keeps the beat, I keep the
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 the debate

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

The thing you ask yourself is why do I bother?
When you really ask
Where is the father of 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?
make me laugh, weight watchers is waiting
Here's a free pass, you 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 to distract me
Get those to rhymes and try to attack me
You will get nowhere, the is too blinding
Tell me, why must I keep
You to back, let the Lyte shine
Do not take shit till you write your own

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

Your mold is fake, Crayola,
Don't dare to sleep or 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' a sport

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 well hold microphone
a little vinyl, now you think you're large
Step aside, Lyte MC is in charge

Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far from
So roll correctly if you decide to
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 I am crazy?

My screws are quite loose, in fact I have any
But when it comes to rhymes, I've got
Like I and will have to say
and over, 'cause you disobey
Here on earth, I reign 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
the fuck up
Here we, we
be some shit
Here we go

I it, predicted it, knew 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 on stayin', that makes me mad
But then again I mind, I've got someone to pick on

Write rhymes to diss and even tricks on
You ain't really down, you wig-wearin'
Burrowin' money to buy an
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 a.k.a. MC Payback
Payback is a bitch, and I'm givin' you no
Unfinished business, that was wack
So Lyte made no to strike back
But we go again, what is Light's Out?
Let me ask what the bomboclut you a chat
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
Shut the up
we here we
Gon' be shit
we go again

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 head in a
I'm into now, so you better behave
Or put you in a toaster, because you're toasted
yet an oven, because you're gettin' roasted
Don't listen to your rhyme writers, 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 back
But let me school ya, Lyte is runnin' 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 one's have to