Luyện nghe bài hát Shut The Eff Up!

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

be some shit
Hot hoe
Gon' be shit
Hot hoe
be some shit
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 into the disses, go 20, then 30
Or shall I got straight to
Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, dissed
The not over, it's just beginnin'
Lyte is winning, what are you winning?
Any in any competition

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

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

Hot hoe
the fuck up
Hot hoe
the fuck up
Hot hoe
Shut the up
Here we, we
Gon' be some
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 like a cab, now too bad
has been in you, isn't that sad, bodily vibrations?
Don't make me laugh, weight is waiting
Here's a free pass, you ain't gettin' loose, you fuckin'
And you gettin' paid, you're just gettin' laid

and suckin', yeah, that is your trade
Put on this earth just to me
Get to write rhymes and try to attack me
You will get nowhere, the is too blinding
Tell me, why I keep reminding
You to step back, let the Lyte
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
Gon' be some
Here we go

Your mold is fake, Crayola,
dare to sleep or even prey on
The Lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too
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 have to be
And that you are not wise enough to do it on your own
The ones that your rhymes might
As hold your microphone
Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you're
aside, Lyte Thee 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 me, Lyte Thee MC
Did not you know that I am

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

Hot hoe
Shut the 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 polite, nice I may add
But you insist on stayin', makes me mad
But then again I don't mind, I've got to pick on

Write rhymes to diss and play tricks on
You ain't really down, you wig-wearin'
money to buy an outfit
Not even good for a Sunday picnic
I ask you, do you who you're fuckin' with
With 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 shit was
So Lyte made no attempt to strike
But here we go again, what is Out?
Let me ask the bomboclut you a chat about?
Let me say next time you feel pissed
I suggest that you try to diss

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, I can get evil
The things that I'm capable of are
In 10%, I your head in a microwave
I'm into blenders now, so you behave
Or put you in a toaster, because you're gettin'
Better yet an oven, you're gettin' roasted
Don't to your rhyme writers, 'cause yo, they souped you

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

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

Yo, now you
And no one's to battle