Luyện nghe bài hát Dead or Alive

I there was a rumor Too Short was dead
Walked in the and got shot in the head
I know you don't believe it, if you do wrong
How can I die and rock it all night
I'm Too baby, spit that rap
I put Oakland, on the map
It's so hard, got you lies
Can't hold me back so you say I

It's incredible, I came to life
I let 'em bury me without my mic
I keep breathing, don't stop breath
Now everybody's talking about Too death
Am I a zombie, or close?
I'm not Casper, I mack all the
style is the only way
I catch a new freak day

It's not the Brick Road
It's called the Strip'
Stand on your toes, make heels go click
Three times, it's no place like
So why you wanna bury me all
I bring a new to underground rap
Dead or Alive, I'm Born to Mack
on the pop charts, straight rapping
I'm not dead, I'm just

So as the word turns, I'm a soul
I heard a rumor that I overdosed
I'm not a reincarnation of old
Like King Tut I was in gold
Why you wanna cry when I'm still
Word got out and the rumors started
My momma, one night
Said, "Todd, are you all

The whole family's got the Too blues
I heard it last on the evening news"
And that's bad, not even true
I my momma like this, "Let's sue"
So many times, I heard I
I guess I'm like a cat and I got nine
I'm the P L A Y E R
I lay bunnies, like Heffner

I'm her flavor, saucy
I lay back and let the freak toss me
if she don't like serving a pimp
I'm living, so let's do it again
I keep rapping, as hell
'Cause your rumors make my sell
If you continue, soon be rich
Riding town going bitch!

People always say, "Too Short rap"
Now I drive a and my bank is fat
It's like crap, put a 'C' on a
Ain't nothing left but a scandalous crime
I'm the best damn rapper you could hate
Say I on the freeway in the earthquake
Say I'm up, say I'm through
But the fact stands I'm better than you

You got rhymes? I got more
I you on a trip to my rappin' store
You find and raps, poems and caps
Way more raps any rapper could rap
if you rap like me, he wouldn't have to be
Weak on the mic my boy MC
It don't stop, to the beat
I you like dancing with a real big freak

I can't dance, but I sure can
I a million, in '89
And if you didn't baby, it's the 90's now
Old Short Dog got a new
I went to Miko's, candy paint
Now I'm doing things the suckers can't
If I was dead, they'd call it 'Dead Rap'
But on the real, Short Dog is

Funk funky, off the
I'm still living, so do it again
It's incredible, if I die
I let 'em bury me without my mic
I a new meaning, to underground rap
or alive, I'm still Born to Mack
I say, "What's up" to my in Santa Rita

Right about now I know you a
Too rhyme to get you through the day
Oaktown is the only way
I up, and now I've sworn
To rock mic till I can't no more
And game, straight pop the most
MC rapper the West Coast

Too Short, or alive
I still chill on the
'Cause I remember how it all
House parties in Oakland
Now it's on the pop charts, rapping
I'm not dead, I'm macking