Luyện nghe bài hát It Don't Stop

Funky on the muthafuckin' microphone, bitch
And it don't to the beat, baby
Oakland, is in the house, bitch

I tell you, does it better than Too Short
I got so many raps, I know you have more
I grew up on the mic, I spent my whole life
Writin' raps, late at

And I never make no fake LP's
Sucker MC's don't no G's
They make weak, weak raps and to quit
22 and only 3 on hit

Frontin' on me like you some
Better a million records, go platinum
'Cause I wouldn't waste my time on a rapper
You wanna get with me, you gotta climb ladder

But you ain't nothin' but a
Rappers money, tell me why are you broke?
We get like a muthafucka and we get
A brand-new house full of brand-new

A brand-new car in my brand-new
I always keep the top down on the
Too Short, baby, everywhere
Had a dream to be a player

Way too cold at a age
It was everyday, just make pay
12 years later, you're still in the
And you never down on a player's name

I'm Too Short, Too Short
Too, Too Short, Too
Too Short, Too
Too, Too Short, Too

You see, I'm fresh like always funky beats
I say what's up to the brothers on Street
It's goin' down in the Oakland
Home of the Too Short sound

So keep your thoughts in your diary
And if lookin' for a leader, you can hire me
And if so-called boss don't pay
The thing you need to say

Is "I quit, I'm through you"
Pack up your raps and join the Crew
We got mo' beats than the joe
And a 24-track

So forget what you heard and we'll see on
Oakland, California leave me alone
'Cause I'm the most rappin', most
my drop-top but I'm still high-sidin'

I'm Too Short, Too
Too, Too Short, Too
Too Short, Too
Too, Too Short, Too

Now that established my career
I wanna help some brothers out here
Hook 'em up and let 'em some dough
Benzes and turn out shows

'Cause Oakland got talent,
in elementary school
Not to mention musicians and
And Shorty B with his magical

We get funky like weed
Light it up, hit it and get
dope fiend beat will get you high
If it don't go too soon, I'll cry

If the bass deep, somethin's wrong
It must not be a real Too song
the first thing I do when I make my tape
Is drop a few from my 808

And when my tapes hit the store, they so quick
You can tell by my big fat check
It's just a dangerous when I'm on the mic
And the police don't even like

The way we hit your town, it's so
It's all about big money
So before I go, you should this
Muthafuck you, shit head bitch

I'm Too Short, Too Short
Too, Too Short, Too
Too Short, Too
Too, Too Short, Too

Too Short, Too
Too, Too Short, Too
Too Short, Too
Too, Too Short, Too