Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you thought
I was change my style?
So what are you Todd?

To all you bitches, hoes, and all that
Here's another rap I'm ready to spit
It goes this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin' shit up like before

Pimp slaps, snaps
cash money and Too $hort raps
Oakland, that's where I'm from
The city where the say you don't want none

But if you do, I'm gonna tell you
Trues and vogues ain't shit
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, could you some, I'll say it doesn't concern me
Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the
To the U.S. economy and a for cancer?"

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

What is life? Life is Too
I play the bitches it's a sport
Yeah, play the bitches just like y'all
Dr. J played basketball

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

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

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

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

Cold as hell, the town I'm
Won't last too long when you're fakin' the
I'm the rapper, so unique
Clap my when I want my freak

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

he knows Too $hort, set the track
They got him up in my serious cap
Motherfucker 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 punk-ass boy, listen to me
I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you sucker MC's
To the end of the world and push you
luck couldn't find you in a four leaf clover

If I ever said a rap, to cap on you
I wouldn't even sweat it 'cause you'll be
so far up, you might fall down
Gettin' by the hound from east Oaktown

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

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

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

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

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

There's a girl I know her name is
to the head just rock it steady
She's so freaky she'll you up
All the home just can't get enough

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

Feel the beat, rock me
Let me tell you I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank roller and a cold, cold

Hey baby, I got rhyme
It's not gonna stop the end of time
Like rock and I'll play that song
To the beat all day and all night

So liten up, to what I'm
I'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I ain't
To all the home boys doin' in the pen
Gonna rock this for you once again

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

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

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

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

So I keep on rappin', if nothin'
Keep your jealous to yourself
Bitch and bitch, a MC right
Ain't sayin' nothin' but he's the mic
Fuck with me, and boy doomed
I a trick with a hoe to the motel room

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

Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' me
Fuck a skank bitch and a MC
All you got the claps
And fuck you punk you still can't rap

Cusswords, let 'em know
Motherfuckin' shit, ass hoe
Cusswords, don't quit
you damn shithead bitch

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