Luyện nghe bài hát These Are the Tales

These are the
These are the that I tell so well
(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, it's been a long, long
In 1980 I wrote my first
I to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just my name

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

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

It was me, Fred B and Brack
Dipped the sermon sticks then we them phat
While we rapped about the and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole to ball without vogues

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

In '83 you hit a house
A dolla' get you in and a dolla' fo' a
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 High with Lil' D and Black

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

are the tales
These are the tales 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 don't rappin'
In '85, I was on the page
Ten thousand niggaz, Short on stage

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

Real player-ism and that's no
Snort a lot of coke with that like to smoke
I was makin' but wasn't makin' money
You can take it seriously or you can think funny

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

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

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

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

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

Now I'm in Atlanta I love the O
I gave you my bitch but you can't my flow
I guest appeared on 47
Fuck and fuck Calvin

I get money with Erick when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too
I swell 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 niggaz the EastSide
It was me, Ant Banks and B
All we need to do is my nigga PeeWee

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

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

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