Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Look at Shorty

Yo finesse,
[lf] yeah yeah,
Why don't you this boy
How you was back in the day poetry

finesse]
Yeah, it out
Let's go down a few years let's say way
When I used to lounge and say rhymes in the
I'ma show you how I used to do
I was wearin pro keds crazy fat shoestrings
Even as a child, didn't come easier
I wrote rhymes, while other played ? ? ?
I was set, determined to in rap
Brothers got high - I didn't have for that
I was rowdy, I didn't say though
Got my and props at the talent shows
And at the jams and the I went to
A-dults to say, "yo shorty got potential"
I stepped on the with authority and confindence
Got claps and cheers, and stupid compliments
I deep felt, I needed no one's help
To gain my wealth, so I went out for
None was never foolin me, brothers was with me
My rap I took to school with me
So in high school, I admit, I could rhyme
Brothers got mad cause they couldn't flow like I
I was swift with this, so brothers get with this
Niggaz was so on the mic, it was ridiculous
You was stupid to try to to run mine
You usually got and stomped durin lunchtime
Cause I was able, to the rhyme stable
And the crowd while I was bangin on a table
So as the days passed, and the months
I was the funkiest in the lunchroom
I was funky the way I and tell things
Take on mc's, and stomp em the bell rings
my blessings to take out contestants
"was you nice on the mic? " stupid
So you I was far from a wannabe
Even doe used to front on me sayin
"get under the ropes shorty, you're not a known rhymer"
me the mic and step off, you fuckin old timer
And shut the hell up cause my are developed
Funky for my age, but my head will never up
I got mean on the scene, with a rap
And brothers sayin, "who the fuck was that? "
The new comer, I got numbers
I was the main event, at the jams every
I was, short and sturdy, plus I to rhyme dirty
Get in trouble for stayin out after
I was a kid a mic that was runnin shit
Had to come back and mine after punishment
Cause it came to rhymin, I was a hot beginner
I used to out and stomp all the top contenders
The skills I had, I used to and flaunt
I was servin like I worked in a resteraunt
I was the type, to spark and troops
Take on everybody and win mom dukes
I need a 40, to prove I was naughty
Cause as a kid, people said, "look at shorty!"

* cut and scratch "look at shorty!" - dj mike *