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

(I think it's time I start feeling
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 starts I'm simply
You all waited, now you can stop waiting
Shall I ease the disses, go 20, then 30
Or I got straight to 80 percent?
Aw, it doesn't matter, when dissed, you're dissed
The not over, it's just beginning
Because Lyte is (What are you winning?)
Any in any competition
'The Gangstress'? Ha, on a wack journey
(Hoe) Headed for nowhere, with to spare
So I'ma kick this rhyme right now and here
I'd tell your name, but that would give you
And I ain't out to give you you don't have
So I sit back and relax, cause it me laugh
I could diss, you names and make fun of you
(Hoe) But me the Lyte, I'm speakin the truth
Like a watchtower, 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) 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: where is the
(Where is the father?) of your child, we wild?
You get like a cab, now that's too bad
Everyone has been in you, isn't that
Bodily vibrations? Don't make me
Weight Watchers is waiting, here's a free
You ain't gettin loose, you fuckin
And you gettin paid, you're just gettin laid
Sexin and suckin, yeah, that is trade
Put on this earth just to me
Get those to write rhymes and try to me
You will get nowhere, the Lyte is too
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 ]
Your mold is fake, crayola,
Don't dare to sleep or even on
The is too wicked, too worthy, too strong
And the rhymes I create are made to last
Let me wise you up, rappin isn't a
You either have to 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 well your microphone
Dropped a little vinyl, now you you're large
aside, Lyte Thee MC is in charge
Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far from
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 me, Lyte Thee MC
Did not you that I am crazy?
My screws are quite loose, in fact I don't any
But when it comes to rhymes, got many
Like I and will have to say
and over, cause you disobey
Here on this earth I superior
One of these days I 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, knew it would
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, I might add
But you on stayin, that makes me mad
But then again I mind, I've got someone to pick on
Write to diss and even play tricks on
You really down, you wig-wearin clown
Burrowin money to buy an
Not even good for a Sunday picnic
I ask do you know who you're fuckin with?
those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips
I'm MC Lyte a/k/a MC
Payback is a bitch, and I'm givin you no
Unfinished Business, that shit was
So Lyte made no attempt to strike
But here we go again, what is Light's
Let me ask the bomboclut you a-chat about?
Let me say time that you feel pissed
I suggest that you don't try to

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[ 5 ]
You better what you say to me, cause I can get evil
The things that I'm of are unbelievable
In 10% I popped head in a microwave
I'm into blenders now, so you behave
Or put you in a toaster, you're gettin toasted
Better yet an oven, because gettin roasted
Don't listen to rhyme writers, cause yo, they souped you
You ain't dope, you cope, they musta dooked you
You musta had some wack crack (real crack)
Sent you on a mission, and now you're 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 to battle