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 long?
I'm Too baby, spit that 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 back to
I let 'em bury me without my mic
I keep breathing, don't stop that
Now everybody's about Too $hort's death
Am I a zombie, or something
I'm not Casper, I all the ghosts
Oaktown 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, it's no place home
So why you bury me all alone
I a new meaning 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 turns, I'm a living soul
I even heard a rumor I overdosed
I'm not a reincarnation of old
Like Tut I was buried in gold
Why you cry when I'm still living?
Word got out and the rumors spreading
My momma, called one
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 times, I heard I died
I guess I'm 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, saucy
I lay back and let the freak toss me
Even if she don't like serving a
I'm living, so let's do it again
I keep rapping, hard as
'Cause your rumors my records sell
If you continue, I'll be rich
Riding around going bitch!

People say, "Too Short can't rap"
Now I a Benz and my bank is fat
It's 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 on the freeway in the earthquake
Say I'm up, say I'm through
But the fact stands I'm better 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 raps any rapper could rap
if you rap like me, he wouldn't have to be
Weak on the mic 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 know baby, the 90's now
Old Short Dog got a new
I to Miko's, fresh candy paint
Now I'm things that the suckers 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
incredible, even if I die
I never let 'em bury me my mic
I bring a new meaning, to rap
Dead or alive, I'm still Born to
I say, "What's up" to my in Santa Rita

Right about now I 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 no more
And that's game, pop the most
MC rapper from the Coast

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