Luyện nghe bài hát Shut The Eff Up!

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

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

Before this jam starts, I'm stating
You all waited, now you can stop waiting
I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30
Or shall I got to 80%?
Aw, it doesn't matter, you're dissed, you're dissed
The party's not over, it's just
Because Lyte is winning, what are you
Any battle in any

'The Gangstress' ha, on a wack journey
Hoe for nowhere, with time to spare
So I'ma kick this rhyme now and right here
I'd tell your name, but that would give you
And I ain't out to give you you don't have
So, I sit back and relax, 'cause it 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, by the hour
Lyte is rhymin', perfect
Milk the beat, I keep the beat
With the tap of his feet, the tap of my feet
When he it down
When I count it down, 6, 7, 8, Lyte'll start the

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
you should really ask
Where is the father of your child, aren't we
You get around like a cab, now too bad
Everyone has been in you, isn't that sad, vibrations?
Don't me laugh, weight watchers is waiting
Here's a free pass, you ain't gettin' loose, you fuckin'
And you ain't gettin' paid, just gettin' laid

Sexin' and suckin', yeah, that is trade
Put on this just to distract me
Get those to write rhymes and try to me
You will get nowhere, the is too blinding
me, why must I keep reminding
You to step back, let the Lyte
Do not take shit till you your own rhymes

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

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

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

Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far 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 fact I don't any
But when it to rhymes, I've got many
Like I said and will to say
Over and over, 'cause you
Here on this earth, I reign
One of these days, I 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
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 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

Write rhymes to diss and even tricks on
You ain't really down, you clown
money to buy an outfit
Not even good enough for a picnic
I ask you, do you who you're fuckin' with
those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips?

I'm MC a.k.a. MC Payback
Payback is a bitch, and I'm you no slack
Unfinished business, that shit was
So Lyte no attempt to strike back
But we go again, what is Light's Out?
Let me ask what the bomboclut you a about?
Let me say next time that you feel
I suggest that you try to diss

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

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

You dope, you can't cope, they musta dooked you
You musta had some wack crack real 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