Luyện nghe bài hát Shut The Eff Up! (Hoe)

(I think time I start feeling bitchy
been too nice too long
Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty) --> Millie

(Gon' be shit)
(Hot damn, hoe)
(Gon' be shit)
(Hot damn, hoe)
(Gon' be shit)
(Hot) (damn) (hoe)
(Hot damn, hoe)
(Gon' be shit)
(Hot damn)

[ 1 ]
Before this jam I'm simply stating
You have all waited, now you can waiting
Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, 30
Or shall I got to 80 percent?
Aw, it doesn't matter, when dissed, you're dissed
The party's not over, it's beginning
Because is winning (What are you winning?)
Any in any competition
'The Gangstress'? Ha, on a wack journey
(Hoe) Headed for nowhere, time to spare
So I'ma kick this rhyme right now and right
I'd tell your name, but that would give you
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 and make fun of you
(Hoe) But me the Lyte, I'm into the truth
a watchtower, hour by the hour
Lyte is rhymin, perfect
Milk the beat (I keep the beat)
With the tap of his (With the tap of my feet)
When he count it down (When I it down
6-7-8) start the debate

[ ]
(Hot damn, hoe)
(Shut the up)
(Hot damn, hoe)
(Shut the up)
(Hot damn, hoe)
(Shut the up)
(Here we) (here we)
(Gon' be shit)
(Here we go again)

[ 2 ]
The first you ask yourself is why do I bother?
When you should really ask: where is the
(Where is the father?) of your child, we wild?
You get like a cab, now that's too bad
Everyone has been in you, isn't sad?
Bodily vibrations? Don't make me
Weight is waiting, here's a free pass
You ain't gettin loose, you fuckin
And you ain't gettin paid, you're gettin laid
and suckin, yeah, that is your trade
Put on earth just to distract me
Get those to rhymes and try to attack me
You will get nowhere, the Lyte is too
Tell me, why must I keep
You to step back, let the Lyte
Do not take shit you write your own rhymes

[ ]

[ 3 ]
Your is fake, crayola, crayon
Don't to sleep or even prey on
The is too wicked, too worthy, too strong
And the rhymes I create are made to long
Let me wise you up, rappin isn't a
You have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught
And that you are not wise enough to do it on your own
The ones write your rhymes might as well hold your microphone
Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you're
Step aside, Lyte MC is in charge
Don't on me, I'm far, far, far from dumb
So correctly if you decide to come
MC sucker, this is you waited for
I'm sick of the battle, go to war
Why do you challenge me, Thee MC
Did not you know that I am
My screws are quite loose, in fact I have any
But when it to rhymes, I've got many
Like I said and have to say
Over and over, cause you
Here on earth I reign superior
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 paperthin

[ ]

[ 4 ]
I sensed it, predicted it, it would happen
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 might add
But you insist on stayin, makes me mad
But then again I don't mind, I've got to pick on
rhymes to diss and even play tricks on
You ain't really down, you wig-wearin
money to buy an outfit
Not even good enough for a picnic
I ask you: do you know who you're with?
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 givin you no
Unfinished Business, that was wack
So Lyte made no attempt to back
But here we go again, what is Light's
Let me ask what the bomboclut you about?
Let me say next time that you pissed
I suggest that you try to diss

[ ]

[ 5 ]
You better watch what you say to me, I can get evil
The things I'm capable of are unbelievable
In 10% I popped your head in a
I'm into blenders now, so you behave
Or put you in a toaster, because gettin toasted
Better yet an oven, because you're gettin
Don't listen to your rhyme writers, yo, they souped you
You ain't dope, you can't cope, they musta you
You musta had some crack (real wack crack)
Sent you on a mission, and now comin back
But let me school ya, Lyte is runnin show
So yo, hoe, I you oughta go
Before Thee MC gets into it (into it)
But remember, you me to do it

[ ]

Yo, now you
And no one's to battle