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 is Tone, she said "Town!!"

You know like she heard of me, ya know
So I said 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 don't understand
Uh-uh, they understand, flow for'em
No lemme sing for 'em, just for'em

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

Some of yall niggas mad cuz I drop these
ass nigga, on some, R&B shit
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 Mariah
Get that pussy wet to put out a bonfire
She be like "Wooo", and I be "Wooo"

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

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

New York on to L.A.
(Shorty)
Chi-Town we the night away
(Shorty)
Miami all the pretty
(Shorty)
We know all around the world
(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 game is, Young Hov
Name is in fifty different languages, mommy come roll

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

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

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

From New on to L.A.
(Shorty)
Chi-Town we freak the 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 around the
(Shorty)

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

Panties and bras all the way the bed to the sofa
For all you R&B so called playas, I'm to coach ya
Sit there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha
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 bout to rip these charts Zorro Blade
So hot you're gonna need a cold of lemonade

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

New York 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 pretty
(Shorty)
We know chicks all the world
(Shorty)

Shorty,