Luyện nghe bài hát Dead or Alive

I heard there was a rumor Too was dead
Walked in the and got shot in the head
I know you don't believe it, if you do you're
How can I die and rock it all 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

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 about Too death
Am I a zombie, or close?
I'm not Casper, I mack all the
Oaktown style is the way
I catch a new freak day

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

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

The whole family's got the Too blues
I it last night on the evening news"
And that's bad, it's not true
I told my momma this, "Let's sue"
So times, I heard 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 Hugh

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

People always say, "Too can't rap"
Now I drive a and my bank is fat
like crap, put a 'C' on a rhyme
Ain't nothing left but a scandalous crime
I'm the best damn rapper you could ever
Say I died on the in the earthquake
Say I'm washed up, say I'm
But the fact still stands I'm than you

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

I dance, but I sure can rhyme
I a million, in '89
And if you didn't baby, it's the 90's now
Old Short Dog got a new
I to Miko's, fresh 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, Dog is back

funky, off the Parliament
I'm still living, so let's do it
It's incredible, if I die
I never let 'em me without 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
Oaktown is the only way
I up, and now I've sworn
To rock this mic I can't no more
And game, straight pop the most
MC rapper from the West

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