Luyện nghe bài hát Dead or Alive

I there was a rumor Too Short was dead
Walked in the and got shot in the head
I you don't believe it, if you do you're 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 me back so you say I died

incredible, I came back to life
I never let 'em bury me my mic
I keep breathing, don't stop breath
Now everybody's talking about Too death
Am I a zombie, or something
I'm not Casper, I mack all the
style is the only way
I catch a new freak day

not the Yellow Brick Road
It's called the 'Foothill
on your toes, make your heels go click
Three times, it's no place home
So why you wanna bury me all
I bring a new meaning to rap
Dead or Alive, I'm still Born to
Always on the pop charts, rapping
I'm not dead, I'm macking

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

The whole family's got the Too Short
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 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, kinda
I lay back and let the freak toss me
Even if she don't like a pimp
I'm living, so let's do it again
I rapping, hard as hell
'Cause your rumors make my sell
If you continue, I'll soon be
around town going bitch!

People always say, "Too 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 could hate
Say I died on the freeway in the
Say I'm washed up, say I'm
But the fact still I'm better than you

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

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

funky, off the Parliament
I'm still living, so do it again
incredible, even if I die
I never let 'em bury me 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 about now I you need a
Too Short to get you through the day
Oaktown is the only way
I came up, and now I've
To rock this mic till I 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
House parties in Oakland
Now it's on the pop charts, rapping
I'm not dead, I'm just