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, nobody it better than Too Short
I got so raps, I know you can't have more
'Cause I 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 need to
22 songs and 3 on hit

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

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

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 at a younger age
It was everyday, just make 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 what's up to the on 10th Street
It's goin' down in the town
Home of the infamous Too Short

So keep your jealous-ass thoughts in your
And if you're for a leader, you can hire me
And if your so-called boss pay
The thing you need to say

Is "I quit, I'm with 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 see it's on
Oakland, California leave me alone
I'm the most rappin', most rhymin'
Sold my but I'm still high-sidin'

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

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

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

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

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

And my tapes hit the store, they sell so quick
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 even

The way we hit your town, so funny
It's all about makin' big
So before I go, you should remember
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