Luyện nghe bài hát Shorty (put It On The Floor)

New York, Put it on the flo'.
New York, Put it on the flo'. (What!) (C'mon)
Cali, Put it on the flo'.
Cali, Put it on the flo'.
Miami, Put it on the flo'.
Miami, Put it on the flo'.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo'.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo'.

[Verse 1: Busta
One time, the women start sniffin around, when we be it down, we got 'em stickin' around.
The way they to feel like I'm the king of the town.
The way my money steep and got 'em flippin' around.
And got 'em a sound.
Ayo, you delicious. Baby girl, I only use my dough for coochie or chicken.
Listen, cooked food. Shorty fatten my tummy. You can go in and have my slice, don't my money.
Even you looking good and it was nice to meet ya, you be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza from me.
Before you ever try to touch my clip, I'll put you on the corner walking up and down the money strip.
Now looka here, honey dip betta find another dummy quick. Homie tryna stunt, betta inside a money whip.
I see where you can get and keep it over there, you betta try luck cause you ain't getting nothing over here.

[Chorus: Rhymes]
I think you need to it to the left (Shorty)
it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain't got your own paper, I don't suggest you hold your (Shorty)
it right (Shorty)
You betta it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)

[Verse 2:
Ma, let me see you it like a centipede.
I keep a sack of that, plus Hennessey.
Since I got rich, I a lot of enemies.
But trick when it's like that, it's cause I a G.
at the way women tend to grin at me.
I like the way she it with a lot of energy.
Magnums, freaks the remedy.
I'm the young Trump, is y'all hearing me?
on the side line, yeah they cheerin' me.
Ask her, can she a stick, now she steerin me.
Man, I'm sick. Know it ain't no me.
C to the H to the I-N-G. Y

[Chorus: Busta
I think you need to it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the (Shorty)
If you ain't got your own paper, I don't you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it (Shorty)
You betta it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring out ya crib, cause you ain't getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)

3: Fat Joe]
Put ass up on the flo', make it clap when you see cats pass for the door.
I ain't tryna act gassed at all, chicks like he's Joe Crack the boss.
Played it back, I be so paranoid.
I got a wife, but baby don't back it off.
She understood that, said, What's good,
Got me screaming with a hood, a hood rat.
Mami, I ain't pop the pistil
But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to 'em.
So I, cut the chase, her out the place.
Put her in a bed, put a on her face.
She know Joe Crack, the Daun
Never no type of real cheese on a broad.
All I keep is a 100 G's, limit card.
you believe, we could spend it all.

New York, Put it on the flo'.
New York, Put it on the flo.'
Jersey, Put it on the flo'.
Jersey, Put it on the flo'.
V.A. Put it on the flo'.
V.A. Put it on the flo'.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo'.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo'.

[Verse 4: Cannon]
Shorty, you gon' work for this bit of change.
Side order of pimpin', bit of game.
What ya know, gon' hurt, a little bit of pain.
When I rip your skirt, from your bity frame.
Whole lot drinkin', lot of cash.
Dirty ol' with a whole lot of **
Fly Guy, Vaugus.
Porshe's we even parkin.
Valet, air forces.
Waves in my head have them chicks nauseas.
Let 'em the fame, my dough, your world.
So shake it like a girl.

[Chorus: Busta
I think you need to it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the (Shorty)
If you ain't got your own paper, I don't suggest you hold breath (Shorty)
Keep it (Shorty)
You betta it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain't none of mine, tonight (Shorty)[2x]

BK, Put it on the flo'.
BK, Put it on the flo'.
BX, Put it on the flo'.
BX, Put it on the flo'.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo'.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo'.
Philly, Put it on the flo'.
Philly, Put it on the flo'.