Luyện nghe bài hát Shut The Eff Up!

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

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

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

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

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

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

The first you ask yourself is why do I bother?
When you should ask
Where is the father of 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, watchers is waiting
Here's a free pass, you gettin' loose, you fuckin' jerk
And you gettin' paid, you're just gettin' laid

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

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

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

You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be
And being that you are not enough to do it on your own
The ones that write rhymes might
As well your microphone
Dropped a little vinyl, now you you're large
aside, Lyte Thee MC is in charge

Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far dumb
So correctly 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 challenge me, Lyte MC
Did not you that I am crazy?

My are quite loose, in fact I don't 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 this earth, I reign
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 paper thin

Hot hoe
Shut the up
Hot hoe
the fuck 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 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 on stayin', that makes me mad
But then again I don't mind, I've got to pick on

Write rhymes to and even play tricks on
You ain't really down, you clown
Burrowin' money to buy an
Not even good for a Sunday picnic
I ask you, do you know who you're fuckin'
those bubble gum jeans and those 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 back
But here we go again, what is Out?
Let me ask what the you a chat about?
Let me say next time you feel pissed
I suggest that you try to diss

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

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 blenders now, so you behave
Or put you in a toaster, because you're toasted
Better yet an oven, you're gettin' roasted
Don't listen to 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, 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
Shut the up
we, here we
Gon' be some
we go again

Yo, now you
And no have to battle