Luyện nghe bài hát Shut The Eff Up!

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

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

Before this jam starts, I'm simply
You have all waited, now you can stop
I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30
Or I got straight to 80%?
Aw, it matter, when 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

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

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

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

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

Sexin' and suckin', yeah, that is 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 you write your own rhymes

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

mold is fake, Crayola, crayon
Don't dare to sleep or prey on
The is too wicked, too worthy, too strong
And the rhymes I create are made to last
Let me wise you up, rappin' a sport

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 write rhymes might
As well hold microphone
Dropped a little vinyl, now you think large
Step aside, Lyte Thee MC is in

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

My screws are quite loose, in I don't have any
But when it to rhymes, I've 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 have to get with ya
Tear you up mentally, limb to limb
I am the Lyte, and you are just paper 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, knew it would
You plopped off fast on the scene and 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', that me mad
But again I don't mind, I've got someone to pick on

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

I'm MC Lyte a.k.a. MC
Payback is a bitch, and I'm you no slack
Unfinished business, shit was wack
So Lyte made no to strike back
But here we go again, what is Out?
Let me ask what the you a chat about?
Let me say next time that you feel
I suggest you don't try to diss

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

You better watch you say to me, 'cause I can get evil
The things I'm capable 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 you're toasted
yet an oven, because you're gettin' roasted
Don't to your rhyme writers, 'cause yo, they souped you

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

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

Yo, now you
And no one's to battle