Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Look at Shorty

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

[lord
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 to do things
I was wearin pro keds with fat shoestrings
Even as a child, didn't come easier
I wrote rhymes, other kids played ? ? ?
I was set, to climb in rap
got high - I didn't have time for that
I was rowdy, I say violent though
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 stepped on the stage authority and confindence
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 me, brothers was cool with me
My rap ingenuity I took to with me
So in high school, I admit, I could good
got mad cause they couldn't flow like I could
I was swift with this, so couldn't 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 durin
Cause I was able, to keep the rhyme
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 funky the way I kicked and things
Take on mc's, and stomp em before the bell
Usin my blessings to out contestants
"was you on the mic? " stupid question
So you know I was far a wannabe
Even doe pioneers to front on me sayin
"get from the ropes shorty, you're not a known rhymer"
Give me the mic and step off, you fuckin old
And shut the hell up cause my are developed
Funky for my age, but my will never swell up
I got on the scene, with a rougher rap
And left sayin, "who the fuck was that? "
The new comer, I got numbers
I was the event, at the jams every summer
I was, short and sturdy, I used to rhyme dirty
Get in for stayin out after 9:30
I was a kid with a mic that was runnin
Had to back and take mine after punishment
Cause when it came to rhymin, I was a hot
I used to out and stomp all the top contenders
The skills I had, I used to and flaunt
I was servin brothers like I in a resteraunt
I was the type, to and bomb troops
Take on and win except mom dukes
I didn't need a 40, to I was naughty
even as a kid, people said, "look at shorty!"

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