Luyện nghe bài hát Shut The Eff Up!

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

Gon' be shit
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 matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed
The party's not over, it's beginnin'
Because is winning, what are you winning?
Any in any competition

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

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

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

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

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

You either to teach yourself, or you have to be taught
And that you are not wise enough to do it on your own
The ones that 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 correctly if you decide to come
MC sucker, this is you waited for
I'm of the battle, let's go to war
Why do you challenge me, Thee MC
Did not you that I am crazy?

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

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

I sensed it, 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 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 really down, you wig-wearin' clown
money to buy an outfit
Not even good for a Sunday picnic
I ask you, do you know who fuckin' with
With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1

I'm MC Lyte a.k.a. MC
Payback is a bitch, and I'm you no slack
Unfinished business, that shit was
So Lyte made no attempt to back
But here we go again, what is Out?
Let me ask the bomboclut 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
the fuck up
Hot hoe
Shut the up
we here we
Gon' be shit
Here we go

You better 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 better
Or put you in a toaster, because gettin' toasted
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 dooked you
You musta had some wack crack wack crack
Sent you on a mission, and now you're back
But let me ya, Lyte 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
the fuck up
Hot hoe
Shut the up
we, here we
Gon' be shit
we go again

Yo, now you
And no have to battle