Luyện nghe bài hát That's Why

Yeah, we gettin' real on this album
You know I'm hearin' all these rumors out here
ran $hort Dogg up outta East Oakland
Nigga moved to Atlanta, got no mo' love in the town
I got much in Oakland y'all
You know what I'm sayin' I been doin this shit fo'
So I'm a tell it to you like it happened, bitch

I stop rappin', ever since the very first day
I grabbed the microphone, a funky ass tape
I had hoes, suckin' ten toes
Game from the "O", an' any real knows
The only love hoes get is what they fo'
Gimme my scratch, what the I'm a stay fo'?
I gotta make moves bitch, stack G's
From the stroll to my fax machine

I got money in from everywhere
From New York to L.A., to the mutha fuckin' Bay, true
I'm the man G, I'm underground 106 ban me
All on the air sayin' don't fuck wit me no mo'
I go back wit rap like
From the very time I grabbed the mic
Niggaz smokin' burner, ready to
I don't promote violence, I'm from Oakland where the real it

You might get killed nigga or make a ticket
Move down South 'cuz the is wild
Now the radio jocks wanna clown my
I raised too many rappers you
Ask 'em who they up on, Too $hort
Fuck all that ball shit, it won't last
K M E L, can kiss my ass

That's why the town got rid 'o
why the town got rid 'o $hort

It all back when C and H
Went to T, B, tryin' to playa
I a brand new Lexus, 93
Joda Balls called me up, said, "Ya to me"
He said, "I heard you an' Ryan got the cash an' it
If I get my cut, you mutha fuckaz gonna get it"
It was thirteen G's, all mine, give Teddy Gram one dime
Now listen real 'cuz it might be hard to follow

Chris told Ted it was fifty thousand
Shit sound an' it is
But that's how it goes when you in biz
fallin' out, should be makin' millions
Instead of studios, we lawyers in buildings
we stop speakin', shit got funky
I give a fuck, muthafucka get my money
I ain't never a hoe, you can't pimp me

I do all the work you pimp me
I tried to buy him out but right about
They let the out, niggaz start eatin' that shit up
You shoulda never
I'm always on this money mission
Sold a car an' a truck in Oakland fo' Lex
Jock me five an' I was rollin' that bitch

why the town got rid 'o $hort
(Don't everythang you hear, nigga)
That's why the town got rid 'o

I to the freak-nik, shit turned me out
back fo' Jack the Rapper
Bought me a house, that was August '93, to dip
I hade warrants in the town an' I was hot as
Everytime I got stopped, nigga to jail
Treat me bad 'cuz I was wit criminals
I to buy me a house in the Oakland Hills
Nice lil' somethin' fo' a a mill

That's was right around the time Chris hooked Dru
The luniz came an' them tricks got clowned
Rappin' Ron 'em up on the freestyle tip
An' niggaz ain't ran outta shit
they put it on the town, shit got real
When you was in the grade I had a record deal
You got one hit record now you
You one fake album, you'll be fallin'

An' that shit apply to me present or past
You can meet me at the an' get my autograph
Or you can back, if you can do all that
Me Fred Benz an' Craps
Smokin' burner upstairs in hot lips
It's been fifteen an' I ain't played out
They playin' Too $hort on a Chevy pedal
Back in the days K M E L played metal

That's why the town got rid 'o
That's why the town got rid 'o

Niggaz shootin' at the studio late at
Seen a Charokee, shootin' at Spice
At the E-40 picnic out in the
gather 'round fo' some shit to start
They had bullets wit my but we never got to me
See me sucka mutha fucka at the street
It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a full
One in the an' it blockin' T.B.
Still to be my pimp
I could lose my life or give my to him
I'd rather die you use me
I to buy him out, the nigga sued me

An' that's where it stands now y'all
Fo' the mutha fuckaz that don't
Like the say, "If you don't know, now you know"