Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you motherfuckers
I was change my style?
So are you saying Todd?

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

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

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

If you ask me, what all about, I'll say it's about that money
But if you ask me, you have 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, what are you doin' in the White
If you're not sellin'
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll that game
Like one night, she came to my house, and me a blow job
She my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a sucker MC, I call him punk
Tryin' to that rap, you can scratch that junk
You little punk-ass boy, listen to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you sucker
To the end of the world and push you
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 'cause you'll be
so far up, you might fall down
Gettin' by the hound from east Oaktown

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

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

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

Your mind is gone, your crew cut
Sucker MC I'll tell you
Your rhymes are weak, your rap the
And when it to game, you are lame

even heard of Too $hort baby
Hit Oakland in
mo' raps than a rap could rhyme
Tellin' sucker MC's waste my time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I'm the MC on a microphone
Like a 357 at your dome
I got cap for cap, you heard
So fresh again with

shit, fuckin' with me
Fuck a skank bitch and a MC
All you bastards got the
And you punk 'cause you still can't rap

Cusswords, just let 'em
Motherfuckin' shit, ass hoe
Cusswords, just quit
you damn shithead bitch

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