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) --> 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 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, just beginning
Because Lyte is (What are you winning?)
Any battle in any
'The Ha, you're on a wack journey
(Hoe) for nowhere, with time to spare
So I'ma kick this rhyme right now and right
I'd tell your name, but that 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 could diss, 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 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 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 first thing you ask is why do I bother?
When you should ask: where is the father?
(Where is the father?) of child, aren't 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 Watchers is waiting, here's a free
You gettin loose, you fuckin jerk
And you gettin paid, you're just gettin laid
and suckin, yeah, that is your trade
Put on earth just to distract me
Get those to write 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 shine
Do not take 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 rhymes I create are to last long
Let me you up, rappin isn't a sport
You have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught
And being that you are not enough to do it on your own
The ones that write your rhymes might as hold your microphone
Dropped a little vinyl, now you think 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, 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 that I am
My screws are loose, in fact I don't have any
But when it to rhymes, I've got many
Like I and will have to say
Over and over, cause you
Here on this I reign 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

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[ 4 ]
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 might add
But you insist on stayin, that me mad
But then again I mind, I've got someone to pick on
Write rhymes to and even play tricks on
You ain't really down, you clown
Burrowin to buy an outfit
Not even good enough for a Sunday
I ask you: do you know who you're with?
With those bubble gum and those 2 for 1 skips
I'm MC a/k/a MC Payback
Payback is a bitch, and I'm givin you no
Unfinished Business, shit was wack
So Lyte made no attempt to strike
But we go again, what is Light's Out?
Let me ask the bomboclut you a-chat about?
Let me say next time that you feel
I suggest that you try to diss

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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 in a microwave
I'm blenders 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 to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they souped you
You dope, you can't cope, they musta dooked you
You had some wack crack (real wack crack)
you on a mission, and now you're comin back
But let me ya, Lyte is runnin this show
So yo, hoe, I think you go
Lyte Thee 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