Luyện nghe bài hát Shorty

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

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

C'mon Shorty, that nigga Hov,
Yall don't understand
Uh-uh, they dont understand, for'em
No sing for 'em, just sing for'em

it, Mr. Kell
It's like this, some of yall niggas got, legs for
Running ya mouth mad cuz I, pop that
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 done fucked around and, made me rich
And, for those of you who like it, yall can suck my "Uhhh"

These honies to my suite like I'm, the Pidi
Now ass hitin' high notes, like they Mariah
Get that pussy wet 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 bout to
Dress cold at club fuck it Air I's
Said I mention Sisqo, fuck it he's a bum

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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)
Chi-Town we freak the away
(Shorty)
Miami all the girls
(Shorty)
We know all around the world
(Shorty)

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

and bras 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 watch me freak yo girl
Tongue all down her throat as if a nigga was to choke her

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

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

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

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

Shorty,