Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Look at Shorty

Yo finesse,
yeah yeah, whassup?
Why don't you tell boy
How you was back in the day poetry

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Yeah, it out
go down a few years let's say way down
When I used to lounge and say rhymes in the
I'ma you how I used to do things
I was wearin pro with crazy fat shoestrings
Even as a child, things come easier
I wrote rhymes, while kids played ? ? ?
I was set, determined to in rap
Brothers got high - I didn't time for that
I was rowdy, I didn't say violent
Got my respect and props at the shows
And at the and the parties I went to
used to say, "yo shorty got potential"
I on the stage with authority and confindence
Got claps and cheers, and plus compliments
I deep down felt, I needed no help
To my wealth, so I went out for self
None was never foolin me, 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 they flow like I could
I was swift with this, so couldn't get with this
was so weak on the mic, it was ridiculous
You was stupid to try to step to run
You usually got burnt and stomped lunchtime
Cause I was able, to keep the stable
And please the crowd while I was bangin on a
So as the days passed, and the zoomed
I was the funkiest rapper in the
I was funky the way I kicked and things
Take on mc's, and stomp em the bell rings
Usin my blessings to take out
"was you nice on the mic? " question
So you know I was far from a
doe pioneers used to front on me sayin
"get from under the ropes shorty, not a known rhymer"
Give me the mic and step off, you fuckin old
And shut the up cause my skills are developed
for my age, but my head will never swell up
I got on the scene, with a rougher rap
And left brothers sayin, "who the fuck was "
The new comer, I got plenty
I was the main event, at the every summer
I was, short and sturdy, I used to rhyme dirty
Get in trouble for out after 9:30
I was a kid with a mic that was runnin
Had to come back and mine after punishment
Cause it came to rhymin, I was a hot beginner
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 in a resteraunt
I was the type, to spark and bomb
on everybody and win except mom dukes
I didn't a 40, to prove I was naughty
even as a kid, people said, "look at shorty!"

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