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

(I think it's time I start bitchy
I've been too 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 the disses, go 20, then 30
Or I got straight to 80 percent?
Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, dissed
The party's not over, it's just
Lyte is winning (What are you winning?)
Any in any competition
'The Ha, you're on a wack journey
(Hoe) Headed for nowhere, with to spare
So I'ma kick this rhyme right now and right
I'd tell name, but that would give you fame
And I ain't out to give you what you don't
So I sit back and relax, cause it me laugh
I diss, call you names 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
keeps the beat (I keep the beat)
With the tap of his (With the tap of my feet)
When he count it (When I count it down
6-7-8) Lyte'll 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 thing you ask is why do I bother?
When you should ask: where is the father?
(Where is the father?) of your child, aren't we
You get around a cab, now that's too bad
has been in you, isn't that sad?
Bodily vibrations? Don't me laugh
Weight Watchers is waiting, here's a pass
You ain't loose, you fuckin jerk
And you ain't gettin paid, you're gettin laid
Sexin and suckin, yeah, that is trade
Put on this earth to distract me
Get those to rhymes and try to attack me
You get nowhere, the Lyte is too blinding
me, why must I keep reminding
You to step back, let the shine
Do not take shit till you write your own

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[ 3 ]
mold is fake, crayola, crayon
Don't dare to sleep or even on
The is too wicked, too worthy, too strong
And the rhymes I are made to last long
Let me wise you up, rappin isn't a
You either have to teach yourself, or you 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 your
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 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, Thee MC
Did not you that I am crazy?
My screws are loose, in fact I don't have any
But it comes to rhymes, I've got many
Like I and will have to say
and over, cause you disobey
Here on earth I reign superior
One of days I will have to get with ya
you up mentally, from limb 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 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 quite polite, nice I add
But you insist on stayin, makes me mad
But again I don't mind, I've got someone to pick on
rhymes to diss and even play tricks on
You ain't down, you wig-wearin clown
Burrowin money to buy an
Not even good for a Sunday picnic
I ask you: do you know who fuckin with?
With those bubble gum jeans and 2 for 1 skips
I'm MC a/k/a 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, is Light's Out?
Let me ask the bomboclut 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 what you say to me, I can get evil
The that I'm capable of are unbelievable
In 10% I your head in a microwave
I'm into blenders now, so you better
Or put you in a toaster, because you're toasted
yet an oven, because you're gettin roasted
Don't listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they you
You dope, you can't cope, they musta dooked you
You musta had wack 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 to battle