Luyện nghe bài hát Dead or Alive

I heard there was a rumor Too Short was
in the house and got shot 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, spit rap
I put Oakland, on the map
so hard, got you telling lies
Can't hold me back so you say I

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

It's not the Yellow Road
It's called the Strip'
on your 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 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 heard a rumor that I overdosed
I'm not a reincarnation of old
King Tut I was buried in gold
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 family's got the Too blues
I heard it night on the evening news"
And that's bad, it's not true
I told my like this, "Let's sue"
So many times, I I died
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 don't like a pimp
I'm still living, so do it again
I keep rapping, hard as
your rumors make my records sell
If you continue, I'll soon be
around town going bitch!

People always say, "Too Short rap"
Now I a Benz and my bank is fat
It's crap, put a 'C' on a rhyme
Ain't nothing homie but a scandalous crime
I'm the best damn you could ever hate
Say I died on the freeway in the
Say I'm up, say I'm through
But the fact still 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 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 beat
I know you like dancing with a big freak

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

Funk funky, off the
I'm still living, so let's do it
incredible, even if I die
I let 'em bury 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 now I know you need a
Too rhyme to get you through the day
style is the only way
I came up, and now 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 still chill on the
'Cause I how it all began
House parties in Oakland
Now it's on the pop charts, rapping
I'm not dead, I'm just