Luyện nghe bài hát Or Wut

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

T-Pain]
Now, though 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 girl you know I be home, keep me on the
- sang it to me girl!

Soon as I seen her, shieet, her I'd pay for it
mama the baddest thing 'round here, she already know it
I pointed at the donk and told her, "This to be yours" (ha ha!)
Showed her a stacks and told her I'd let her blow it
The hottest nigga in the city baby you can't it
I showed her I was a nigga 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 game
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 usually do this, I'on't fuck on the night
Cause after I beat ya baby, I'm liable to up ya whole life!"
I train her, now she suck me with ice
I call her my lil' bust-it baby, she keep it tight
Whenever I tell her to bust, ain't gotta her twice
Whatever I wanna get off, she know how to get me

[Interlude:
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)
Shawwwwww-DEEEE-EEEE, yeah...
(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)
(Shaaaaaaw-ty, yeah) SHAW-DEE, whoa, w-w-wh-oa, OH!

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

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