Luyện nghe bài hát Shorty

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

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

Shorty, that nigga Hov, holla
Yall niggas understand
Uh-uh, they 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 mouth mad cuz I, pop Cris
Go up in 3-10, and cop six
Then roll around yo chick

Some of yall niggas mad cuz I drop hits
Thug ass nigga, on some, R&B
Now that shit done 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 they ass hitin' high notes, like they
Get that wet enough to put out a bonfire
She be "Wooo", and I be like "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 hook
You be like, what the fuck was
Me and Jigga, we are the industries popo
Nigga yall best shit can't even fuck with our demo's,

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)

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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm chillin' in my 4.6, at the
5 o'clock in the morning, drinking all night
And I'm high, but it ain't over
4 slim bodies scooped me in a wide rover

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

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

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

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

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

Shorty,