Luyện nghe bài hát Or Wut

[Intro:
Ay, happenin homey?
This yo' boy Plies, man (shaw-tay)
Ay Pain, I want you tell 'em bout shawty homie
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeaaaaaah)
And I'mma tell em bout mine,

T-Pain]
Now, even I'm not yo man, you not my girl
call you my - shaaaaaaw-ty...
Cause I stand to see you treated bad, I beat his ass
For my - shaaaaaaaw-ty...
And we ain't did nothin we ain't sup'POSED to do
you my - shaaaaaaw-ty... (oh-oh)
Baby girl you know I be home, me on the ringtoooone
Shaaaaaaw-ty - it to me girl!

Soon as I her, shieet, told her I'd pay for it
Lil' mama the baddest 'round here, she already know it
I pointed at the donk and her, "This s'posed to be yours" (ha ha!)
her a couple stacks and told her I'd let her blow it
The nigga in the city baby you can't ignore it
I showed her I was a real n' she went for it
First time I caught her shit, she ain't even kno' how to tho'it
Now she a animal, I got her sex right
I her how to talk to me while she take pipe
And her up and showed her what a real nigga like
I told her, "I'on't do this, I'on't fuck on the first night
Cause I beat ya baby, I'm liable to fuck up ya whole life!"
I gotta her, now she suck me with ice
I her my lil' bust-it baby, cause she keep it tight
Whenever I her to bust, ain't gotta tell her twice
I wanna get off, she know how to get me right

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(whooooooooa), oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (whooooooooa)
Oh-oh, (WH-OA-wh-oa, wh-oa), oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, (whooooooooa)
Shawwwwww-DEEEE-EEEE, yeah...
(whooooooooa), oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (whooooooooa)
Oh-oh, oh-oh (WH-OA-wh-oa, wh-oa), oh-oh, oh-oh,
Oh-oh, (whooooooooa)
(Shaaaaaaw-ty, yeah) SHAW-DEE, whoa, w-w-wh-oa, OH!

I to show her off, cause all the dope boys want her
why dey wanna beat badly, look at all dat ass on her!
Look how dat pussy sit up in them shorts, you want her
Love when she act like she bowlegged and the co'ner
She proud to be fuckin me, cause I'm on 'em!
It feel good to be a real nigga, do'nuh?
Ain't called her in two days, gotta let her mind
But when she miss me, she call to me to jump on her
That's why I don't mind breakin 'er off, she ain't with the drama
If you done ripped her before, you how to cuff lil' mama
You she gotta be somethin, cause I done beat her hunda
Babe snatchin, not now, I'm ya, I promise!
I her to real and now she hate lame
she used to run from me, now she like pain
She call me sometimes to ask is it her thang
Ever since I ran up in shawty, she been the same

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