Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you thought
I was change my style?
So what are you saying

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

slaps, makin' snaps
Cold money and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's I'm from
The city the boys say you don't want none

But if you do, I'm gonna tell you
Trues and vogues really shit
Wanna roll so hard, all of the
You and that bitch playin' Too rhymes

If you ask me, what all about, I'll say it's about that money
But if you ask me, could you have some, I'll say it concern me
Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"

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

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

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

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

So death in the Oakland streets
Am I gonna till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope
Tryin' to get high, tryin' to steal my

I really can't say, I don't know why
People out droppin' dead like flies
I used to see a home boy givin'
Now I say, "Man, you're alive?"

Cold as hell, the town I'm
Won't last too long when you're the funk
I'm the master rapper, so
Clap my hand when I my freak

You can't it, you know I'm right
I any rapper out when I'm on the mic
And I won't back, or relax
Till he I'm the best at the MC rap

he knows Too $hort, set the track
They got him up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't straight game on the mic
'Cause he's worse a fag or a Frisco dike

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

If I ever a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't even sweat it 'cause you'll be
Lookin' so far up, you might fall
Gettin' clowned by the hound from east

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

I never understood one you said
But swearin' up and down that you're killin' 'em dead
There's only one thing, I wanted to
motherfucker, where's the joke?

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

Your mind is gone, your just cut
Sucker MC I'll tell you
Your are weak, your rap the same
And when it comes to game, you are

Never even heard of Too $hort
Hit in 1980
Singin' mo' raps than a rap rhyme
Tellin' sucker MC's don't waste my

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

She's a Ph.D., don't stop
In the back that goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, say she's black
She's the kind of girl that make 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 this
It's not stop till the end of time
Like rock and roll I'll play 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
Gonna rock this for you once again

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

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

Check out my style, baby I don't
I heard this say, "That's the shit"
He the cake, fucked the rake
Too $hort baby damn sure fake

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

So I keep on rappin', if else
Keep your jealous thoughts to
Bitch and bitch, he's a MC
Ain't sayin' nothin' but he's the mic
Fuck me, and boy you're doomed
I send a trick with a hoe to the room

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

Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' me
a skank bitch and a sucker MC
All you bastards got the
And you punk 'cause you still can't rap

Cusswords, let 'em know
Motherfuckin' shit, ass hoe
Cusswords, just don't
you damn shithead bitch

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