Luyện nghe bài hát Shorty

So I told I be producing
I be those beats
Be making hits, ya know
So I her my name, My name is Tone, she said "Town!!"

You know like she never of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my name
Sometimes call me, Track Mas-ster
We see you Tone, the referee, we see you, baby

C'mon Shorty, nigga Hov, holla
niggas don't understand
Uh-uh, they dont understand, flow
No lemme sing for 'em, just sing

Check it, Mr.
It's this, some of yall niggas got, legs for lips
Running ya mad cuz I, pop that Cris
Go up in 3-10, and cop six
Then roll around with yo

Some of yall niggas mad cuz I these hits
ass nigga, on some, R&B shit
Now that shit fucked around and, made me rich
And, for those of you who don't like it, yall can my "Uhhh"

These honies to my suite I'm, the Pidi piper
Now they ass hitin' notes, like they Mariah
Get that wet enough to put out a bonfire
She be like "Wooo", and I be "Wooo"

When her tides got high, it I'ma Don
Runnin late for the studio, fuck it I'm bout to
Dress at club fuck it Air Force I's
Said I mention Sisqo, fuck it he's a bum

Ali boom, buaya, Hit you with the hook
You be like, the fuck was that
Me and Jigga, we are the industries popo
Nigga yall best shit can't even fuck our demo's, Shorty

From New on to L.A.
(Shorty)
Chi-Town we freak the night
(Shorty)
all the pretty girls
(Shorty)
We know all around the world
(Shorty)

From New on to L.A.
(Shorty)
we freak the night away
(Shorty)
Miami all the girls
(Shorty)
We know all around the world
(Shorty)

Shorty, yo name is? Shorty, who yo man is?
C'mon and make moves with a who move cane
Like a old man, you who game this is, Young Hov
Name is respected in fifty different languages, come roll

I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in
on Monday, back to L.A.
This aint rap, this is real, I trip and have a meal
In three hours ma the streets be ours
(Wooo)

Shorty, I got for you
Wouldn't give a a dime before
But now I wanna you
Shorty, the trips to the shop, getcha cooch hot

How bout I do a helipads on the top
Shorty, ya hella rag, my rock star Shorty
Heres my number shit, you don't gotta to me

From New on to L.A.
(Shorty)
Chi-Town we freak the away
(Shorty)
Miami all the girls
(Shorty)
We know chicks all around the
(Shorty)

New York on to L.A.
(Shorty)
Chi-Town we freak the away
(Shorty)
Miami all the girls
(Shorty)
We know all around the world
(Shorty)

I'm in my 4.6, at the light
5 o'clock in the morning, been all night
And plus I'm high, but it over
4 slim bodies scooped me in a wide rover

Panties and all the way from the bed to the sofa
For all you R&B so playas, I'm bout to coach ya
Sit right there, and me freak yo girl chocha
Tongue all down her throat as if a nigga was to choke her

the best of both worlds, stickin' ya in the "Uhhh"
Put ya up like it's money in the air
We bout to rip these charts like Zorro
So hot you're need a cold glass of lemonade

To all my real live niggas, shoot dice and play spades
In a crib, word up, juking the maid
On the my nizel, that nigga Jigga is the dizel
R. in the hotel swizel's chicks on the mizel's

From New on to L.A.
(Shorty)
we freak the night away
(Shorty)
Miami all the pretty
(Shorty)
We know all around the world
(Shorty)

From New on to L.A.
(Shorty)
Chi-Town we the night away
(Shorty)
all the pretty girls
(Shorty)
We know chicks all the world
(Shorty)

Shorty,