Luyện nghe bài hát These Are the Tales

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

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

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

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

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

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

In '83 you hit a house
A dolla' get you in and a fo' a drink
I'm on the smokin' get-right
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, I come through here
I was Sixteen, I want'd to be a mack
I went to High with Lil' D and Black

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

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

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

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

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

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 else did that Short Dog from the Bay

These ho's try to it safe
But I been mackin' hard since
And from eighty-nine to
I was rappin' on the mic talkin' shit a bitch

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

And bitches love my dirty mouth
When I see you again cuss you out, biatch!
That's my gift, now all you rappers get to say shit
I sue you, but that's the trademark
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
These are the
These are the tales I tell so well

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

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

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

We used to be on Murdel Street makin' songs
If you see him him Short said 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 tales I tell so well
(You can have word, say bitch all you want)

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