Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you thought
I was gonna my style?
So are you saying Todd?

To all you bitches, hoes, and all shit
Here's rap that I'm ready to spit
It goes like this, my is $hort
I'm tearin' shit up like never

Pimp slaps, makin'
cash money and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California where I'm from
The city where the say you don't want none

But if you do, I'm gonna you this
and vogues ain't really shit
Wanna so hard, all of the time
You and that playin' Too $hort rhymes

If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say it's about that
But if you ask me, you have some, I'll say it doesn't concern me
Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the
To the U.S. economy and a for cancer?"

I said, what are you doin' in the White
If not sellin' cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I she'll spit that game
Like one night, she to my house, and gave me a blow job
She my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob

What is Life is Too $hort
I the bitches like it's a sport
Yeah, I'll play the bitches just like
Like Dr. J basketball

You can call me Too, say it twice
You'll get me mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm polite
Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight,

It started on a morning in 1987
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote rhyme for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch true

So much death in the Oakland
Am I live till next week?
I get shot by a dope fiend
Tryin' to get high, to steal my ring

I really say, 'cause I don't know why
People out here dead like flies
I used to see a home boy five
Now I say, "Man, still alive?"

Cold as hell, the town I'm
Won't last too long when you're fakin' the
I'm the rapper, so unique
my hand when I want my freak

You can't deny it, you I'm right
I turn any rapper out I'm on the mic
And I won't kick back, or
he knows I'm the best at the MC rap

Till he knows Too $hort, set the
got him caught up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't spit straight on the mic
'Cause worse than a fag or a Frisco dike

He's a sucker MC, I him punk
Tryin' to spit rap, you can scratch that junk
You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't to me
Think I'm but I'm takin' all you sucker MC's
To the end of the world and push you
luck couldn't find you in a four leaf clover

If I said a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't even it 'cause you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might down
Gettin' by the hound from east Oaktown

And the look in your face when you're lickin' tooth
Could make a man die, laughin' at you
you're a, no rappin', no rhymin'
Played out fake ass Simon

I understood one word you said
But you're swearin' up and down that you're killin' 'em
There's only one thing, I to know
Sucker motherfucker, where's the

I'm the player of players, call me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I stop
I just stop mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't stop rappin' now you see what

Your mind is gone, your crew cut
Sucker MC I'll tell you
Your rhymes are weak, your rap the
And it comes to game, you are lame

Never even heard of Too $hort
Hit Oakland in
mo' raps than a rap could rhyme
Tellin' sucker MC's waste my time

There's a girl I know her is Betty
to the head just rock it steady
She's so she'll juice you up
All the boys just can't get enough

She's a Ph.D., even stop
In the back like goin', top, top, top
I say white girl, won't say she's black
the kind of girl that make your knees go crack

Feel the beat, with me
Let me tell you I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank and a cold, cold capper

Hey baby, I got rhyme
not gonna stop till the end of time
Like rock and I'll play that song
To the beat all day and all long

So liten up, to I'm sayin'
I'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I playin'
To all the home doin' time in the pen
rock this beat for you once again

If you get out and you're mad as hell
Say bitch, now make it sound for
I'ma shit up, if I get the chance
I give a fuck less if you're hole don't dance
See I'm a big now, I'm so great
I was born and in the Golden State

Call me T O O, if you say
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me more
Big bank, now just me rich
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me

Check out my style, I don't quit
I this freak say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, the rake
Too $hort baby damn sure ain't

But the sucker MC's are loud
Sir Too $hort, shut your mouth
How can you about me, and call me weak
your father smokes coke and you mother's a freak

So I keep on rappin', if nothin'
Keep your jealous to yourself
Bitch and bitch, a MC right
Ain't sayin' but he's holdin' the mic
Fuck with me, and boy doomed
I send a with a hoe to the motel room

'Cause I'm the coldest MC on a
Like a 357 pointed at dome
I got cap for cap, you heard
So fresh with cusswords

Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' me
Fuck a skank bitch and a MC
All you got the claps
And fuck you punk 'cause you can't rap

Cusswords, let 'em know
shit, goddamn ass hoe
Cusswords, just quit
Motherfuck you damn bitch

It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't
And it don't stop, and it stop, bitch
Check out my