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

(I think it's time I start feeling
I've too nice too long
Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty) --> 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 this jam starts I'm stating
You have all waited, now you can waiting
I ease into the disses, go 20, then 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 just
Because Lyte is (What are you winning?)
Any battle in any
'The Ha, you're on a wack journey
(Hoe) Headed for nowhere, 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, it makes me laugh
I could diss, call you and make fun of you
(Hoe) But me the Lyte, I'm speakin the truth
Like a watchtower, hour by the
Lyte is rhymin, timin
keeps the beat (I keep 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) 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 really ask: where is the father?
(Where is the father?) of your child, we wild?
You get like a cab, now that's too bad
Everyone has been in you, that sad?
Bodily vibrations? make me laugh
Weight is waiting, here's a free pass
You gettin loose, you fuckin jerk
And you ain't paid, you're just gettin laid
Sexin and suckin, yeah, that is your
Put on this just to distract me
Get to write rhymes and try to attack me
You get nowhere, the Lyte is too blinding
Tell me, why must I keep
You to step back, let the Lyte
Do not shit till you write your own rhymes

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[ 3 ]
Your mold is fake, crayola,
dare to sleep or even prey on
The is too wicked, too worthy, too strong
And the rhymes I create are made to last
Let me you up, rappin isn't a sport
You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be
And that you are not wise enough to do it on your own
The ones that write your rhymes might as well your microphone
a little vinyl, now you think you're large
Step aside, Lyte Thee MC is in
Don't on me, I'm far, far, far from 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 challenge me, Lyte MC
Did not you know I am crazy?
My screws are quite loose, in I don't have any
But it comes to rhymes, I've got many
Like I and will have to say
Over and over, you disobey
Here on this earth I reign
One of days I will have 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, it, knew 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, that me mad
But then again I don't mind, I've got to pick on
Write rhymes to diss and even tricks on
You really down, you wig-wearin clown
Burrowin money to buy an
Not even good enough for a Sunday
I ask do you know who you're fuckin with?
With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1
I'm MC a/k/a MC Payback
is a bitch, and I'm givin you no slack
Unfinished Business, that was wack
So Lyte made no attempt to strike
But we go again, what is Light's Out?
Let me ask what the bomboclut you a-chat
Let me say time that you feel pissed
I suggest you don't try to diss

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

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Yo, now you
And no one's to battle