Luyện nghe bài hát Dead or Alive

I heard was a rumor Too Short was dead
in the house and got shot in the head
I know you don't it, if you do you're wrong
How can I die and rock it all night
I'm Too Short baby, that rap
I put Oakland, on the map
so hard, got you telling lies
Can't me back so you say I died

It's incredible, I back to life
I never let 'em me without my mic
I breathing, don't stop that breath
Now talking about Too $hort's death
Am I a zombie, or something
I'm not Casper, I all the ghosts
Oaktown style is the way
I catch a new freak day

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

So as the word turns, I'm a soul
I even heard a that I overdosed
I'm not a of something old
Like King Tut I was 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 it last night on the evening news"
And that's bad, it's not even
I told my like 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, Hugh Heffner

I'm her flavor, kinda
I lay back and let the young toss me
if she don't like serving a pimp
I'm still living, so do it again
I rapping, hard as hell
'Cause rumors make my records sell
If you continue, I'll be rich
Riding town going bitch!

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

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

I can't dance, but I can rhyme
I a million, in '89
And if you didn't know baby, it's the now
Old Dog got a new breakdown
I went to Miko's, candy paint
Now I'm doing that the suckers 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 let's do it
It's incredible, 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 know you a
Too rhyme to get you through the day
Oaktown style is the way
I came up, and now I've
To rock mic till I can't no more
And game, straight pop the most
MC from the West Coast

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