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

(I think it's time I start feeling
I've been too too long
Yup, it's definitely 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 ]
this jam starts I'm simply stating
You have all waited, now you can stop
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, dissed
The not over, it's just beginning
Because Lyte is (What are you winning?)
Any in any competition
'The Ha, you're on a wack journey
(Hoe) Headed for nowhere, time to spare
So I'ma kick this right now and right here
I'd your name, but that would give you fame
And I ain't out to give you you don't have
So I sit and relax, cause 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
is rhymin, perfect timin
Milk keeps the (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 first you ask yourself is why do I bother?
When you should really where is the father?
(Where is the father?) of your child, aren't we
You get around like a cab, now too bad
Everyone has been in you, isn't that
vibrations? Don't make me laugh
Weight Watchers is waiting, a free pass
You ain't gettin loose, you fuckin
And you ain't gettin paid, you're just laid
Sexin and suckin, yeah, that is your
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 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 made to long
Let me you up, rappin isn't a sport
You either have to yourself, or you have to be taught
And that you are not wise 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 you're
Step aside, Lyte MC is in charge
Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far dumb
So roll correctly if you decide to
MC sucker, this is what you for
I'm sick of the battle, go to war
Why do you me, Lyte Thee 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 said and have to say
and over, cause you disobey
Here on earth I reign superior
One of days I will have to get with ya
Tear you up mentally, from to limb
I am the Lyte, and you are just paperthin

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[ 4 ]
I it, predicted 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 quite polite, I might add
But you on stayin, that makes me mad
But then I don't mind, I've got someone to pick on
Write rhymes to diss and even play on
You really down, you wig-wearin clown
money to buy an outfit
Not even good for a Sunday picnic
I ask you: do you know who you're with?
With bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips
I'm MC Lyte a/k/a MC
is a bitch, and I'm givin you no slack
Unfinished Business, shit was wack
So made no attempt to strike back
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 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 that I'm capable of are unbelievable
In 10% I popped your in a microwave
I'm into blenders now, so you better
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 ain't dope, you can't cope, they 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, Lyte is runnin show
So yo, hoe, I you oughta go
Before Lyte Thee MC into it (into it)
But remember, you me to do it

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Yo, now you
And no one's have to