Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Look at Shorty

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

[lord
Yeah, it out
Let's go down a few let's say way down
When I used to and say rhymes in the playground
I'ma show you how I used to do
I was pro keds with crazy fat shoestrings
Even as a child, things come easier
I wrote rhymes, while other played ? ? ?
I was set, to climb in rap
Brothers got high - I didn't have time for
I was rowdy, I didn't say though
Got my respect and props at the talent
And at the jams and the parties I to
used to say, "yo shorty got potential"
I stepped on the with authority and confindence
Got claps and cheers, and stupid compliments
I deep down felt, I needed no help
To gain my wealth, so I out for self
None was foolin me, brothers was cool with me
My rap ingenuity I to school with me
So in high school, I admit, I rhyme good
Brothers got mad cause couldn't flow like I could
I was swift this, so brothers couldn't get with this
Niggaz was so on the mic, it was ridiculous
You was to try to step to run mine
You got burnt and stomped durin lunchtime
I was able, to keep the rhyme stable
And please the crowd while I was 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 from a
Even doe pioneers to front on me sayin
"get under the ropes shorty, you're not a known rhymer"
Give me the mic and step off, you old timer
And the hell up cause my skills are developed
Funky for my age, but my head will never up
I got mean on the scene, a rougher rap
And left brothers sayin, "who the was that? "
The new comer, I got numbers
I was the main event, at the every summer
I was, and sturdy, plus I used to rhyme dirty
Get in for stayin out after 9:30
I was a kid with a mic was runnin shit
Had to come and take mine after punishment
Cause when it came to rhymin, I was a hot
I used to take out and stomp all the top
The I had, I used to flip and flaunt
I was servin brothers like I worked in a
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
Cause even as a kid, said, "look at shorty!"

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