Luyện nghe bài hát Shut The Eff Up!

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

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

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

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 and relax, 'cause it makes me laugh
I diss, call you names and make fun of you

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

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 yourself is why do I
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 me laugh, weight watchers is waiting
Here's a pass, you ain't gettin' loose, you fuckin' jerk
And you gettin' paid, you're just gettin' laid

Sexin' and suckin', yeah, that is your
Put on this earth just to 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
Shut the up
Hot hoe
the fuck up
Hot hoe
the fuck up
Here we, we
Gon' be some
we go again

Your is fake, Crayola, crayon
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 enough to do it on your own
The ones that write your might
As well hold your
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 if you decide to come
MC sucker, this is what you for
I'm of the battle, let's go to war
Why do you me, Lyte Thee MC
Did not you that I am crazy?

My screws are quite loose, in fact I have any
But it comes to rhymes, I've got many
Like I said and will to say
Over and over, you disobey
Here on this earth, I reign
One of days, I will have to get with ya
Tear you up mentally, 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
Shut the up
Here we, we
Gon' be shit
Here we go

I it, predicted it, knew it would happen
You plopped off fast on the 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 I don't mind, I've got someone to pick on

Write rhymes to diss and play tricks on
You ain't down, you wig-wearin' clown
Burrowin' to buy an outfit
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 a.k.a. MC Payback
is a bitch, and I'm givin' you no slack
Unfinished business, that shit was
So Lyte made no to strike back
But here we go again, what is Out?
Let me ask what the bomboclut you a about?
Let me say next time that you pissed
I suggest that you don't try to

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

You watch what you say to me, 'cause I can get evil
The things that I'm capable of are
In 10%, I popped your in a microwave
I'm into now, so you better behave
Or put you in a toaster, because you're gettin'
Better yet an oven, because you're roasted
listen to your rhyme writers, 'cause yo, they souped you

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

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

Yo, now you
And no one's to battle