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 another rap that I'm ready to
It goes like this, my is $hort
I'm tearin' up like never before

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

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

If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say it's about that
But if you ask me, could you have some, say it doesn't concern me
Ronald 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 she'll spit that game
Like one night, she to my house, and gave me a blow job
She licked my dick, up and down, like it was on the cob

What is life? is Too $hort
I play the bitches like it's a
Yeah, I'll the bitches just like y'all
Like Dr. J 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 polite
Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight,

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

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

I really can't say, 'cause I don't why
People out here droppin' like 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 fakin' the funk
I'm the rapper, so unique
Clap my hand when I want my

You deny it, you know I'm right
I any rapper out when I'm on the mic
And I kick back, or relax
Till he I'm the best at the MC rap

he knows Too $hort, set the track
They got him caught up in my 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 that rap, you can that junk
You little boy, wouldn't listen to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you sucker
To the end of the world and you over
Good luck couldn't you in a four leaf clover

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

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

I never understood one you said
But you're swearin' up and down that you're killin' 'em
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 don't
I don't stop mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't rappin' now you see what happens

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

Never even heard of Too $hort
Hit Oakland in
Singin' mo' than a rap could rhyme
Tellin' sucker don't waste my time

a girl I know her name is Betty
Straight to the head rock it steady
She's so freaky she'll you up
All the home boys just get enough

She's a Ph.D., even stop
In the back that goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, won't say she's
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 bank roller and a cold, capper

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, I ain't playin'
To all the home boys doin' in the pen
Gonna rock this for you once again

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

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

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

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

So I on rappin', if nothin' else
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 a trick with a hoe to the motel room

I'm the coldest MC on a microphone
Like a 357 at your dome
I got cap for cap, you never
So again with cusswords

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

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

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