Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Look at Shorty

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

finesse]
Yeah, it out
Let's go a few years let's say way down
When I used to lounge and say rhymes in the
I'ma show you how I to do things
I was wearin pro keds crazy fat shoestrings
Even as a child, things come easier
I rhymes, while other kids played ? ? ?
I was set, to climb in rap
Brothers got high - I have time for that
I was rowdy, I didn't say violent
Got my and props at the talent shows
And at the jams and the parties I to
used to say, "yo shorty got potential"
I stepped on the stage with and confindence
Got claps and cheers, and plus compliments
I deep down felt, I needed no help
To gain my wealth, so I went out for
was never foolin me, brothers was cool with me
My rap ingenuity I took to with me
So in high school, I admit, I could rhyme
Brothers got mad they couldn't flow like I could
I was swift this, so brothers couldn't get with this
Niggaz was so weak on the mic, it was
You was stupid to try to step to run
You usually got and stomped durin lunchtime
I was able, to keep the rhyme stable
And please the crowd I was bangin on a table
So as the passed, and the months zoomed
I was the rapper in the lunchroom
I was the way I kicked and tell things
Take on mc's, and stomp em the bell rings
Usin my blessings to take out
"was you nice on the " stupid question
So you know I was far a wannabe
Even doe pioneers to front on me sayin
"get from under the ropes shorty, you're not a rhymer"
me the mic and step off, you fuckin old timer
And shut the hell up cause my skills are
Funky for my age, but my head never swell up
I got mean on the scene, with a rap
And left brothers sayin, "who the was that? "
The new comer, I got numbers
I was the main event, at the jams every
I was, short and sturdy, plus I used to rhyme
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 when it to rhymin, I was a hot beginner
I to take out and stomp all the top contenders
The skills I had, I used to flip and
I was servin brothers like I in a resteraunt
I was the type, to spark and bomb
Take on everybody and win except mom
I didn't need a 40, to prove I was
even as a kid, people said, "look at shorty!"

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