Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Like Me

Too Short, Mc

Rap like me, you'll go straight to the top, keep doing you're doing
And you're sure to get dropped a trick, nothings even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to well it's true homeboy
It's not a lie, I used to sell on sunny side
I to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and Fred Benz, slanging tapes all things, that we did
Grab the microphone and making hits
You fronting Mc, I to cap
You make hit records and you still rap I said it before

I'll say it you don't believe me, ask your fans
When I walked into
The place was packed, Sir Too don't stop that rap
I rapping my rhymes, all the time, you got no rhymes
So you listen to mine I'm not starting a fight, just it right
The best damn rapper who grabbed the mic
His name is Too Short, now shut mouth
In '81 I was rocking the house, I'm a hustler, baby, up
I every day and I don't sell drugs

I don't run no gangs, don't shoot no
Gave the same damn speech to the Vice
But if you pushing, just like you
When see me on the strip, coming through
I break it down so it'll break your back
With the beat so loud playing Too Short
That's it, I'm set no need to talk bullshit
I need a, Oak town, big time just enough beat to get on down

So, you other rappers listen to mine, you wouldn't
Short Dog rapping rhymes call my rap trash, jam the junk
Put a on the cover, X-rated funk, it's just me
You say I won't go far but I won't stop rapping I rap so hard
From here to New York, back to
I your girlfriend, don't say I didn't warn ya
All this time you said she's hoe you really shouldn't give
all that dough she gave it all to me 'cause I fuck so good

I practice on the in my neighborhood 'cause when I'm freaky
I rap, I spit a rap to a freak, I rarely ever think a sucker Mc
I go platinum, just like slapping 'em, bitch
Short Dog in the house, starting some shit, Mc's rock and Mc's
But the they make never go gold
When I was young, I I'd be one of the best
Every time I a song it came out so fresh
I was the King of the Oak town, spitting my

10 years later, ain't nothing changed still the of the bay
And I know what they say they call me
And they call you gay get it, it's 1990
Your girlfriend's out there to find me
She heard about me, I fucked her friend
I guess she to see if I can do it again
You want to be like me, so bad
The impossible all you Mc's had

If you rap like me, you wouldn't have the dream
Start quit flapping like a chicken wing
If could rap me, they say you're so great
But when they talk you, they say you're so fake
And as the go by, you can't forget, the way I make you feel trip
Mc's like you, I've seen 'em before, you keep on fuck Too Short
But I'm a better Mc than you and a damn thing you can do, but trip

On the TV screen, in the magazines they interview you
You just make up things, on an ego trip
And you're fronting like down, you're not the first real rapper
From the Oakland town, you're just a new Jack, and you can't rap
You wanna trip? Trip on I'm like Mc Lyte checking hoes tonight
If you're not a real rapper, get off the mic with a fake Mc
A song's never complete you'd better to rap like me

Thought you want to be like, Too
Thought you to be like, Too Short

I rap, you call it noise I'm tearing up shit up like
The Acorn boys on 10th street, I got a big freak, until you
To speak, you're weak 'cause it's the Oak town
And they all get down to the rhythm of the Too funky sound
It boom, baseline's on ya
Crew from Oakland, California
Just don't front Short Dog is hard, if you answer my rap

I tear your ass apart just like this, it forever
You make a song and I one better
You say I cuss, I say you're
Your pop open like paper plates, you fronting Mc, I hate to cap
I make hit records the vicious raps, I said it before, I'll say it again
The boy ain't nothing but one of my fans like titties

Can you 'em? How can a fake rapper get with a real one?
Shit, I'm rapping man
I you like the Klu Klux Klan Mc's want to front on me?
My posse got a real Mc, Too Short and it stop
And it don't stop, and it won't stop 'cause I'm Too baby
On the and I'm macing

Thought you want to be like, Too
Thought you to be like, Too Short
you want to be like, Too Short
Thought you to be like, Too Short

Now to the subject, my boy Mc whatever you say
You can't rap like me, like me make real hits
like you talk bullshit, I told my boys there's a new
Funky drummer in town, you're to be like James Brown
If I couldn't be me, who would I be? I damn sure be
A sucker Mc 'cause I'm not like you, my is true

I these hoes and I pimped you, Too 'cause I'm boss
And boss makes the rules, you and you be a fool
One, remember how it all don't guess, the answer is Oakland
Two, you'd better learn to rap like me or you to be a fake Mc
Three, never down on a player
I wouldn't if you was Fred Astaire
Last but not least, number four don't ever mess with Too Short,

Thought you want to be like, Too
Thought you to be like, Too Short