Luyện nghe bài hát Shorty

So I told I be producing
I be making beats
Be making hits, ya know
So I told her my name, My 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
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 sing for 'em, sing for'em

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

of yall niggas mad cuz I drop these hits
Thug ass nigga, on some, R&B
Now that shit done fucked around and, me rich
And, for those of you who like it, yall can suck my "Uhhh"

These honies to my like I'm, the Pidi piper
Now they ass hitin' high notes, like they
Get pussy 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 for the studio, fuck it I'm bout to come
Dress cold at club fuck it Air I's
Said I mention 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 popo
Nigga yall shit can't even fuck with 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 chicks all the world
(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)

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

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

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

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

From New on to L.A.
(Shorty)
Chi-Town we freak the night
(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 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 me in a wide body 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
all down 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 Zorro Blade
So hot you're gonna need a cold glass of

To all my real live niggas, that shoot and play spades
In a nice crib, word up, juking the
On the rizel my nizel, that 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 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 pretty
(Shorty)
We know all around the world
(Shorty)

Shorty,