Luyện nghe bài hát Dead or Alive

I heard was a rumor Too Short was dead
Walked in the house and got in the head
I know you don't believe it, if you do 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 me back so you say I died

It's incredible, I came back to
I let 'em bury me without my mic
I breathing, don't stop that breath
Now everybody's about Too $hort's death
Am I a zombie, or close?
I'm not Casper, I all the ghosts
Oaktown is the only way
I a new freak every day

It's not the Yellow Brick
It's the 'Foothill Strip'
Stand on your toes, make your heels go
Three times, no place like home
So why you wanna bury me all
I bring a new meaning to rap
or Alive, I'm still Born to Mack
Always on the pop charts, straight
I'm not dead, I'm macking

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

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

I'm her flavor, kinda
I lay back and let the freak toss me
Even if she don't like a pimp
I'm still living, so let's do it
I keep rapping, hard as
'Cause your rumors make my records
If you continue, I'll soon be
Riding town going bitch!

always say, "Too Short can't rap"
Now I drive a Benz and my is fat
It's like crap, put a 'C' on a
nothing left homie but a scandalous crime
I'm the best damn rapper you 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 you on a trip to my rappin' store
You rhymes and raps, poems and caps
Way more than any rapper could rap
'Cause if you rap like me, he wouldn't to be
Weak on the mic my boy MC
It don't stop, to the beat
I know you dancing with a real big freak

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

Funk funky, off the
I'm still living, so let's do it
incredible, even if I die
I never let 'em me without my mic
I a new meaning, to underground rap
or alive, I'm still Born to Mack
I say, "What's up" to my homies in Rita

Right about now I you need a
Too Short rhyme to get you the day
Oaktown style is the way
I came up, and now I've
To this mic till I can't no more
And that's game, straight pop the
MC rapper from the Coast

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