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

(I think it's time I feeling bitchy
I've been too nice too
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 ]
this jam starts I'm simply stating
You have all waited, now you can waiting
Shall I ease the disses, go 20, then 30
Or shall I got to 80 percent?
Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're
The not over, it's just beginning
Because is winning (What are you winning?)
Any in any competition
'The Gangstress'? Ha, you're on a wack
(Hoe) Headed for nowhere, with to spare
So kick this rhyme right now and right here
I'd tell your name, but that give you fame
And I ain't out to give you you don't have
So I sit back and relax, it makes me laugh
I could diss, call you names and fun of you
(Hoe) But me the Lyte, I'm into speakin the
Like a watchtower, 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 count it down (When I count it
6-7-8) start the debate

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(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 thing you ask yourself is why do I bother?
When you should really ask: is the father?
(Where is the father?) of your child, we wild?
You get around a cab, now that's too bad
Everyone has been in you, that sad?
Bodily vibrations? Don't make me
Weight Watchers is waiting, here's a pass
You ain't gettin loose, you jerk
And you ain't gettin paid, you're just gettin
Sexin and suckin, yeah, that is your
Put on this earth to distract me
Get those to write rhymes and try to me
You will get nowhere, the Lyte is too
Tell me, why must I reminding
You to step back, let the Lyte
Do not take till you write your own rhymes

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[ 3 ]
Your mold is fake, crayola,
Don't dare to sleep or even on
The is too wicked, too worthy, too strong
And the I create are made to last long
Let me wise you up, rappin a sport
You either have to yourself, or you have to be taught
And that you are not wise enough to do it on your own
The ones that write your rhymes might as well hold microphone
a little vinyl, now you think you're large
Step aside, Lyte MC is in charge
Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far from
So roll 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 know I am crazy?
My are quite loose, in fact I don't have any
But when it comes to rhymes, got many
Like I said and will to say
Over and over, cause you
Here on this I reign superior
One of these I will have to get with ya
Tear you up mentally, from to limb
Cause I am the Lyte, and you are just

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[ 4 ]
I sensed it, predicted it, it would happen
You off fast on the scene and start rappin
Now it is my duty, to all
To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto,
Now I was quite polite, nice I add
But you insist on stayin, makes me mad
But then again I mind, I've got someone to pick on
Write rhymes to diss and even tricks on
You ain't down, you wig-wearin clown
Burrowin money to buy an
Not even good enough for a picnic
I ask you: do you know who you're fuckin
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 strike
But here we go again, what is Light's
Let me ask what the you a-chat about?
Let me say next that you feel pissed
I suggest that you don't try to

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[ 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 you're gettin
Better yet an oven, because gettin roasted
Don't listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they you
You ain't dope, you can't cope, musta dooked you
You musta had some wack (real wack crack)
Sent you on a mission, and now comin back
But let me school ya, Lyte is this show
So yo, hoe, I think you go
Before Lyte MC gets into it (into it)
But remember, you me to do it

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Yo, now you
And no one's to battle