Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Look at Shorty

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

finesse]
Yeah, it out
go down a few years let's say way down
When I used to lounge and say in the playground
I'ma show you how I used to do
I was wearin pro with crazy fat shoestrings
Even as a child, things didn't come
I wrote rhymes, while other kids ? ? ?
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 respect and at the talent shows
And at the jams and the parties I to
A-dults to say, "yo shorty got potential"
I stepped on the stage with authority and
Got claps and cheers, and plus stupid
I deep down felt, I needed no help
To gain my wealth, so I went out for
None was never foolin me, was cool with me
My rap ingenuity I took to with me
So in high school, I admit, I rhyme good
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 step to run
You usually got burnt and stomped lunchtime
Cause I was able, to the rhyme stable
And please the crowd while I was bangin on a
So as the days passed, and the zoomed
I was the funkiest in the lunchroom
I was funky the way I and tell things
Take on mc's, and stomp em before the bell
Usin my blessings to out contestants
"was you nice on the " stupid question
So you know I was far from a
Even doe pioneers to front on me sayin
"get from under the shorty, you're not a known rhymer"
Give me the mic and step off, you old timer
And shut the hell up cause my 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 was that? "
The new comer, I got numbers
I was the event, at the jams every summer
I was, short and sturdy, plus I used to rhyme
Get in trouble for stayin out 9:30
I was a kid with a mic that was shit
Had to come back and take mine punishment
Cause when it came to rhymin, I was a hot
I used to take out and all the top contenders
The skills I had, I used to and flaunt
I was servin brothers I worked in a resteraunt
I was the type, to spark and bomb
Take on everybody and win mom dukes
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 smooth *