Luyện nghe bài hát These Are the Tales

These are the
These are the tales that I tell so
(Tune in to the Channel)
These are the
(Learn a biatch)
These are the that I tell so well
(Short Dog)

I'm thinkin' way back, been a long, long time
In 1980 I my first rhyme
I like to spit a lot of
But then, I was just sayin' my name

I had a player on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my
From Oakland, California with new shit
I'm Sir Too Short, I'm to do this

In 1981, that's where it all
We do it for the money, we rap for fun
Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too and Freddy B
in my pocket's all I ever need

It was me, Fred B and Brack
Dipped the sermon sticks then we smoked phat
While we rapped about the bitches and all the
Can't be in the hole tryin' to ball vogues

In '82 you was in the
With a Falcon, or a Mustang
Me and Freddy B to hit the turfs
With a bag of tapes in work, biatch

In '83 you hit a house
A dolla' get you in and a fo' a drink
I'm on the turntable smokin'
And at I'll be rappin' on the mic

I did the same thang, for the next two
That's why they say my name, when I come through
I was Sixteen, I want'd to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with D and Black

Young ballers in the town livin' real
Never had the but I smoked a little crack
Crushed up in the weed, we 'em bass rock Caddies
Goin' on grimmies make them ho's call me daddy

These are the
These are the that I tell so well
These are the
These are the tales that I tell so

been fifteen years since that shit happened
But Too Short stop rappin'
In '85, I was on the page
Ten niggaz, Short live on stage

Underground tapes was all they heard
But the whole crowd along with me word for word
And changed everything
Went to Seventy Five and hooked up with Dean

Real player-ism and that's no
Snort a lot of coke ho's that like to smoke
I was makin' records but makin' money
You can it seriously or you can think it's funny

By '87, I was on my own, Dangerous Music
And I made the song "These are the tales, the tales"
No radio or or CD sales
Six platinums in a row, Ice and Cool J
Who did that shit? Short Dog from the Bay

ho's try to play it safe
But I mackin' hard since eighty-eight
And from to ninety-six
I was rappin' on the mic talkin' about a bitch

I'll retire ten and I'll still be here
My old records sell a half a mil' a year
I say "Bitch get naked" so
Spit rhymes decades and centuries

And just love my dirty mouth
When I see you I'ma cuss you out, biatch!
That's my gift, now all you get to say that shit
I wont sue you, but the trademark
I was a grown ass man when you was in the park lil' nigga

These are the
are the tales that I tell so well
These are the
These are the tales that I tell so

Now I'm in I still love the O
I gave you my bitch but you can't have my
I appeared on 47 albums
Fuck McDonald and Calvin

I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New
I get respect, they me Too Short
I live in ATL, 'cause I'm a player
We fuckin' hella at X House in Decatur where it's greater

You how we ride
I got love for all from the EastSide
It was me, Ant Banks and B
All we need to do is find my nigga

We used to be on Murdel Street funky songs
If you see him tell him said it's back on
Let's get this money, midwest down
East coast, West coast ride out,

These are the
(That's my to rap)
These are the that I tell so well
(You can have word, say bitch all you want)

are the tales
(All you regular ass niggas)
These are the tales that I tell so
(You finally get to Too Short's bitch, trick)