Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you motherfuckers
I was gonna change my
So what are you saying

To all you bitches, hoes, and all shit
Here's rap that I'm ready to spit
It like this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin' up like never before

Pimp slaps, makin'
Cold cash and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm
The city where the boys say you want none

But if you do, I'm gonna tell you
Trues and vogues ain't really
Wanna roll so hard, all of the
You and bitch playin' Too $hort rhymes

If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say about that money
But if you ask me, you have some, I'll say it doesn't concern me
Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. economy and a for cancer?"

I said, what are you doin' in the House
If you're not cocaine?
Ask your wife, Reagan, I know she'll spit that game
Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a job
She licked my dick, up and down, like it was on the cob

What is Life is Too $hort
I play the like it's a sport
Yeah, I'll play the bitches just like
Like Dr. J played

You can call me Too, say it twice
You'll get me real mad and fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely
Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight,

It started on a morning in 1987
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named
Nasty bitches, around the world, I this rhyme for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch true

So much in the Oakland streets
Am I gonna till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope
Tryin' to get high, tryin' to steal my

I really say, 'cause I don't know why
People out here droppin' dead like
I used to see a home boy givin'
Now I say, "Man, you're alive?"

as hell, the town I'm from
Won't last too long when you're the funk
I'm the rapper, so unique
Clap my hand when I want my

You can't deny it, you know I'm
I any rapper out when I'm on the mic
And I won't kick back, or
Till he knows I'm the at the MC rap

Till he Too $hort, set the track
They got him caught up in my cap
can't spit straight game on the mic
'Cause he's than a fag or a Frisco dike

He's a sucker MC, I him punk
Tryin' to spit rap, you can scratch that junk
You little boy, wouldn't listen to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm all you sucker MC's
To the end of the and push you over
Good luck couldn't you in a four leaf clover

If I ever a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't even sweat it you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might fall
Gettin' clowned by the from east Oaktown

And the look in your when you're lickin' that tooth
make a grown man die, laughin' at you
'Cause you're a, no rappin', no
Played out fake ass Simple

I never understood one you said
But you're swearin' up and down you're killin' 'em dead
There's only one thing, I wanted to
Sucker motherfucker, where's the

I'm the of players, just call me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I stop
I just don't mackin', don't stop cappin'
stop rappin' now you see what happens

Your mind is gone, crew just cut
Sucker MC tell you what
Your rhymes are weak, your rap the
And it comes to game, you are lame

even heard of Too $hort baby
Hit in 1980
Singin' mo' than a rap could rhyme
sucker MC's don't waste my time

There's a girl I her name is Betty
Straight to the just rock it steady
She's so freaky juice you up
All the boys just can't get enough

She's a Ph.D., don't even
In the like that goin', top, top, top
I say white girl, won't say she's black
She's the kind of girl that make your knees go

Feel the beat, with me
Let me you what I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big roller and a cold, cold capper

Hey baby, I got this
It's not stop till the end of time
Like rock and roll I'll that song
To the beat all day and all long

So liten up, to I'm sayin'
I'm a Oaktown mack, I ain't playin'
To all the home boys time in the pen
Gonna this beat for you once again

If you can't get out and you're mad as
Say bitch, now it sound for real
I'ma shit up, if I get the chance
I could a fuck less if you're hole don't dance
See I'm a big now, I'm so great
I was born and in the Golden State

me T O O, if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some
Big bank, now make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch bitch me rich

Check out my style, baby I don't
I heard freak say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, the rake
Too $hort baby damn ain't fake

But the sucker MC's are screamin'
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, shut your
How can you talk about me, and call me
When your father smokes coke and you mother's a

So I on rappin', if nothin' else
Keep your thoughts to yourself
Bitch and bitch, he's a MC
Ain't nothin' but he's holdin' the mic
Fuck with me, and boy you're
I send a trick a hoe to the motel room

'Cause I'm the MC on a microphone
Like a 357 pointed at dome
I got cap for cap, you never
So fresh again cusswords

Motherfuckin' shit, with me
Fuck a skank and a sucker MC
All you got the claps
And you punk 'cause you still can't rap

Cusswords, let 'em know
shit, goddamn ass hoe
Cusswords, just quit
Motherfuck you damn bitch

It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it stop
And it don't stop, and it stop, bitch
Check out my