Luyện nghe bài hát Dead or Alive

I heard was a rumor Too Short was dead
in the house and got shot in the head
I know you don't it, if you do you're wrong
How can I die and it all night long?
I'm Too Short baby, spit 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 to life
I never let 'em bury me my mic
I keep breathing, don't that breath
Now everybody's talking about Too death
Am I a zombie, or close?
I'm not Casper, I all the ghosts
Oaktown style is the way
I a new freak every day

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

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

The whole family's got the Too Short
I heard it last night on the news"
And bad, it's not even true
I my momma 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, Hugh Heffner

I'm her flavor, kinda
I lay back and let the young freak me
Even if she like serving a pimp
I'm still living, so let's do it
I rapping, hard as hell
your rumors make my records sell
If you continue, I'll be rich
Riding town going bitch!

People always say, "Too can't rap"
Now I drive a and my bank is fat
It's like crap, put a 'C' on a
nothing left homie but a scandalous crime
I'm the damn rapper you could ever hate
Say I on the freeway in the earthquake
Say I'm up, say I'm through
But the fact still I'm better than you

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

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

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

about now I know you need a
Too Short rhyme to get you the day
style is the only way
I came up, and now sworn
To rock mic till I can't no more
And that's game, straight pop the
MC from the West Coast

Too Short, or alive
I still chill on the
'Cause I remember how it all
parties in East Oakland
Now it's on the pop charts, rapping
I'm not dead, I'm macking