Luyện nghe bài hát Dead or Alive

I heard there was a rumor Too Short was
Walked in the house and got in the head
I know you believe it, if you do you're wrong
How can I die and it all night long?
I'm Too Short baby, that rap
I put Oakland, on the map
It's so hard, got you lies
Can't hold me so you say I died

It's incredible, I back to life
I never let 'em bury me my mic
I keep breathing, stop that breath
Now everybody's about Too $hort's death
Am I a zombie, or close?
I'm not Casper, I mack all the
Oaktown style is the way
I catch a new every day

It's not the Brick Road
It's called the 'Foothill
Stand on toes, make your heels go click
Three times, it's no place like
So why you wanna bury me all
I bring a new to underground rap
Dead or Alive, I'm still Born to
Always on the pop charts, straight
I'm not dead, I'm just

So as the word turns, I'm a living
I even heard a that I overdosed
I'm not a reincarnation of old
Like King Tut I was buried in
Why you cry when I'm still living?
got out and the rumors started spreading
My momma, one night
Said, "Todd, are you all

The whole got the Too Short blues
I heard it last night on the news"
And that's bad, it's not even
I told my like this, "Let's sue"
So many times, I heard I
I I'm like a cat and I got nine lives
I'm the P L A Y E R
I lay bunnies, like Hugh

I'm her flavor, saucy
I lay and let the young freak toss me
Even if she don't serving a pimp
I'm still living, so do it again
I keep rapping, as hell
your rumors make my records sell
If you continue, I'll be rich
Riding around going bitch!

People always say, "Too Short rap"
Now I drive a Benz and my is fat
It's crap, put a 'C' on a rhyme
Ain't left homie but a scandalous crime
I'm the damn rapper you could ever hate
Say I died on the freeway in the
Say I'm washed up, say I'm
But the still stands I'm better than you

You got Well I got more
I take you on a trip to my store
You rhymes and raps, poems and caps
Way more than any rapper could rap
if you rap like me, he wouldn't have to be
Weak on the mic my boy MC
It don't stop, to the funky
I know you like dancing a real big freak

I can't dance, but I sure can
I a million, in '89
And if you know baby, it's the 90's now
Old Short Dog got a new
I went to Miko's, fresh paint
Now I'm things that the suckers can't
If I was dead, call it 'Dead Man's Rap'
But on the real, Dog is back

funky, off the Parliament
I'm living, so let's do it again
It's incredible, if I die
I never let 'em bury me my mic
I bring a new meaning, to rap
Dead or alive, I'm still to Mack
I say, "What's up" to my homies in Santa

about now I know you need a
Too rhyme to get you through the day
style is the only way
I up, and now I've sworn
To rock this mic till I can't no
And game, straight pop the most
MC rapper the West Coast

Too Short, dead or
I chill on the Eastside
I remember how it all began
House in East Oakland
Now on the pop charts, still rapping
I'm not dead, I'm just