Luyện nghe bài hát Shorty

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

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

Shorty, that nigga Hov, holla
Yall niggas understand
Uh-uh, dont understand, flow for'em
No lemme for 'em, just sing for'em

it, Mr. Kell
It's like this, 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 yo chick

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

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

When her got high, fuck it I'ma Don
Runnin late for the studio, fuck it I'm to come
Dress cold at club fuck it Air I's
Said I wouldn't Sisqo, fuck it he's a bum

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

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

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

Shorty, what yo is? Shorty, who yo man is?
C'mon and moves with a dude who move cane
Like a old man, you know who this is, Young Hov
Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy roll

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

Shorty, I got for you
give a chick a dime before
But now I wanna you
Shorty, the trips to the shop, getcha cooch hot

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

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

From New on to L.A.
(Shorty)
Chi-Town we freak the away
(Shorty)
all the pretty girls
(Shorty)
We chicks 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 bras all the way from the bed to the
For all you R&B so called playas, I'm to coach ya
Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl
Tongue all her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her

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

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

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

Shorty,