Luyện nghe bài hát Or Wut

[Intro:
Ay, what's happenin
yo' lil' boy Plies, man (shaw-tay)
Ay Pain, I want you 'em bout your shawty homie
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeaaaaaah)
And I'mma em bout mine, dawg

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

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

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Oh-oh (whooooooooa), 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...
Oh-oh (whooooooooa), 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
Know why dey beat badly, look at all dat ass on her!
Look how dat pussy sit up in them shorts, you gotta her
Love when she act like she and bend the co'ner
She proud to be me, cause I'm stuntin on 'em!
It feel to be fuckin a real nigga, do'nuh?
called her in two days, gotta let her mind wonder
But when she miss me, she call to tell me to 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 know she gotta be somethin, I done beat her hunda
snatchin, not now, I'm tellin ya, I promise!
I exposed her to 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 ain't the same

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