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

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

(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 jam starts I'm simply stating
You all waited, now you can stop waiting
I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30
Or I got straight to 80 percent?
Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're
The not over, it's just beginning
Lyte is winning (What are you winning?)
Any in any competition
'The Ha, you're on a wack journey
(Hoe) for nowhere, with time to spare
So I'ma kick this rhyme now and right here
I'd tell name, but that would give you fame
And I ain't out to give you you don't have
So I sit back and relax, cause it makes me
I diss, call you names and make fun of you
(Hoe) But me the Lyte, I'm into the truth
Like a watchtower, by the hour
is rhymin, perfect timin
Milk keeps the beat (I the beat)
With the tap of his (With the tap of my feet)
When he count it down (When I count it
6-7-8) Lyte'll start the

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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 first you ask yourself is why do I bother?
When you should really ask: is the father?
(Where is the father?) of child, aren't we wild?
You get around a cab, now that's too bad
Everyone has been in you, isn't that
Bodily Don't make me laugh
Watchers is waiting, here's a free pass
You ain't loose, you fuckin jerk
And you gettin paid, you're 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 get nowhere, the Lyte 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

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[ 3 ]
Your is fake, crayola, crayon
Don't to sleep or even prey on
The Lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too
And the I create are made to last long
Let me wise you up, rappin isn't a
You have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught
And being you are not wise enough to do it on your own
The ones that your rhymes might as well hold your microphone
Dropped a little vinyl, now you you're large
Step aside, Lyte Thee MC is in
Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far dumb
So correctly if you decide to come
MC sucker, is what you waited for
I'm sick of the battle, go to war
Why do you me, Lyte Thee 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, got many
Like I and will have to say
Over and over, cause you
Here on this I reign superior
One of these days I will to get with ya
Tear you up mentally, from limb to
Cause I am the Lyte, and you are paperthin

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[ 4 ]
I sensed it, predicted it, knew it happen
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 quite polite, nice I add
But you insist on stayin, makes me mad
But then again I don't mind, got someone to pick on
Write rhymes to diss and even play on
You really down, you wig-wearin clown
Burrowin to buy an outfit
Not good enough for a Sunday picnic
I ask you: do you know who fuckin with?
those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips
I'm MC Lyte MC Payback
Payback is a bitch, and I'm givin you no
Business, that shit was wack
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 time that you feel
I suggest you don't try to diss

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