Luyện nghe bài hát Dead or Alive

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

incredible, I came back to life
I let 'em bury me without my mic
I keep breathing, don't stop breath
Now everybody's talking about Too $hort's
Am I a zombie, or close?
I'm not Casper, I mack all the
style is the only way
I catch a new freak day

It's not the Brick Road
It's called the Strip'
on your toes, make your heels go click
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, rapping
I'm not dead, I'm macking

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

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

I'm her flavor, kinda
I lay and let the young freak toss me
Even if she like serving a pimp
I'm living, so let's do it again
I rapping, hard as hell
'Cause your rumors my records sell
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
like 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 on the freeway in the earthquake
Say I'm washed up, say I'm
But the still stands I'm better than you

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

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

Funk funky, off the
I'm living, so let's do it again
It's incredible, if I die
I let 'em bury me without my mic
I a new meaning, to underground rap
Dead or alive, I'm still to Mack
I say, "What's up" to my in Santa Rita

Right about now I know you a
Too rhyme to get you through the day
Oaktown style is the way
I came up, and now sworn
To rock this mic till I no more
And game, straight pop the most
MC from the West Coast

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