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 another rap that I'm to spit
It like this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin' shit up like never

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

But if you do, I'm gonna tell you
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 it's all about, I'll say it's 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 White
If you're not cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that
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 bitches it's a sport
Yeah, I'll play the bitches just like
Like Dr. J basketball

You can me Too, don't say it twice
You'll get me mad and I'll 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 bright morning in
I was in my drop to y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch true

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

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

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

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

Till he knows Too $hort, set the
They got him up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't spit straight on the mic
'Cause he's worse than a fag or a dike

He's a MC, I call him punk
to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk
You punk-ass boy, wouldn't listen to me
I'm fakin' but I'm takin' 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 said a rap, to cap on you
I even sweat it 'cause you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might down
Gettin' by the hound from east Oaktown

And the look in face when you're lickin' that 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 swearin' up and down that you're killin' 'em dead
only one thing, I wanted to know
Sucker motherfucker, 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', stop cappin'
stop rappin' now you see what happens

Your mind is gone, crew just cut
MC I'll tell you what
Your rhymes are weak, rap the same
And it comes to game, you are lame

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

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

a Ph.D., don't even stop
In the back like goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, won't say she's
She's the kind of girl that make 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, capper

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

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

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

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

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

But the MC's are screamin' loud
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, shut 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'
your jealous thoughts to yourself
Bitch and bitch, a MC right
Ain't sayin' nothin' but he's the mic
with me, and boy you're doomed
I send a trick with a hoe to the motel

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

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

Cusswords, just let 'em
shit, goddamn ass hoe
Cusswords, don't quit
Motherfuck you damn shithead

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