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 believe it, if you do you're wrong
How can I die and rock it all night
I'm Too baby, spit that rap
I put Oakland, on the map
It's so hard, got you lies
Can't hold me 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 talking about Too $hort's
Am I a zombie, or close?
I'm not Casper, I all the ghosts
style is the only way
I catch a new every day

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

So as the word turns, I'm a living
I even heard a that I overdosed
I'm not a of something old
Like Tut I was buried in gold
Why you wanna cry when I'm still
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 it last night on the evening news"
And that's bad, it's not even
I told my momma this, "Let's sue"
So many times, I I died
I I'm like a cat and I got nine lives
I'm the P L A Y E R
I lay bunnies, like Hugh

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 keep rapping, hard as
'Cause your make my records sell
If you continue, I'll soon be
Riding around town bitch!

always say, "Too Short can't rap"
Now I a Benz and my bank is fat
like crap, put a 'C' on a rhyme
Ain't nothing left homie but a 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 fact still stands I'm than you

You got rhymes? I got more
I take you on a trip to my store
You find and raps, poems and caps
Way more than any rapper could rap
'Cause if you rap like me, he have to be
Weak on the mic my boy MC
It stop, to the funky beat
I know you like with 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 went to Miko's, fresh candy
Now I'm doing things that the suckers
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 do it again
incredible, even 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 Rita

Right about now I you need a
Too Short to get you through the day
Oaktown is the only way
I up, and now I've sworn
To rock mic till I can't no more
And that's game, straight pop the
MC rapper the West Coast

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