Luyện nghe bài hát It Don't Stop

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

I tell you, nobody does it than Too Short
I got so many raps, I know you can't have
'Cause I grew up on the mic, I my whole life
Writin' raps, at night

And I would make no fake LP's
Sucker don't make no G's
They make weak, weak raps and to quit
22 songs and 3 on hit

Frontin' on me you want some
sell a million records, go platinum
'Cause I wouldn't waste my time on a one-rap
You wanna get with me, you gotta that ladder

But you nothin' but a joke
Rappers make money, me why are you broke?
We get paid a muthafucka and we get
A brand-new house full of shit

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

Way too at a younger age
It was everyday, just that pay
12 years later, you're in the game
And you never talk down on a player's

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

You see, I'm fresh like always with beats
I say up to the brothers on 10th Street
It's goin' in the Oakland town
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 your boss don't pay
The only thing you to say

Is "I quit, I'm through you"
Pack up your raps and join the Dangerous
We got mo' than the average joe
And a studio

So forget what you heard and we'll see on
Oakland, California can't leave me
'Cause I'm the most rappin', most
Sold my drop-top but I'm high-sidin'

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

Now that I've my career
I wanna help some other brothers out
Hook 'em up and let 'em some dough
Flip Benzes and out shows

Oakland got talent, fool
MC's in school
Not to mention musicians and
And B with his magical fingers

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

If the bass ain't deep, wrong
It not be a real Too short song
'Cause the first thing I do I make my tape
Is a few kicks from my 808

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

The way we hit your town, it's so
It's all makin' big money
So before I go, you remember this
Muthafuck you, damn 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