Luyện nghe bài hát It Don't Stop

Funky fresh on the muthafuckin' microphone,
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 can't more
I grew up on the mic, I spent my whole life
Writin' raps, at night

And I never would make no LP's
Sucker MC's make no G's
make weak, weak raps and need to quit
22 and only 3 on hit

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

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

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

Way too cold at a age
It was everyday, just that pay
12 years later, you're still in the
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 funky
I say what's up to the on 10th Street
It's down in the Oakland town
Home of the infamous Too sound

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

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

So forget you heard and we'll see it's on
Oakland, California can't leave me
I'm the most rappin', most rhymin'
Sold my drop-top but I'm still

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 brothers out here
'em up and let 'em make some dough
Flip Benzes and out shows

'Cause got talent, fool
MC's in elementary
Not to mention and singers
And B with his magical fingers

We get funky like skunk
it up, hit it and get keed
This dope fiend beat get you high
If it go gold too soon, I'll cry

If the bass ain't deep, somethin's
It not be a real Too short song
'Cause the first I do when I make my tape
Is drop a few from my 808

And when my tapes hit the store, they sell so
You can tell by my big fat royalty
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 about makin' big
So before I go, you should remember
Muthafuck you, damn shit head

Cause I'm Too Short, Too
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