Luyện nghe bài hát Paystyle

Aww hell, nah
We doin' no freestyles
Don't even how to do that shit
Yeah,
it out man, check this one out

I been rappin' for half my
I'm twenty-eight now, sayin' the mic
If you or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic you went to school

Talkin' 'bout pimp shit, you whassup
I wonder if you mom'll let you play that
Now you're flowin' like your name is
But I'm ten years and my game is harder

I'm not tryin' to say you're out dissin'
I'm just tryin' to say lil' listen
you grab the mic and act wild
Bitin' on the next nigga's mackin'

And it's all from head, passin' the mic
Never even care who you like
Sound Snoop Dogg, then you switched to Treach
Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Called

And you gots no respect for me, is that
jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight
And keep rappin', I'm floatin' all the stops
In a clean ass Benz I all the props

Fuck credit from a rapper can you my Visa
I heard your girlfriend was a dick pleaser
And a Too $hort fan,
I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me

To the beat y'all and it stop
It goes on 'cause I stop rappin'
To the beat y'all, and it stop
It goes on 'cause I stop rappin'

Let me you somethin' 'bout a nigga named $hort
Rappers always talk the way I can't flow
But let me hit the mall with the same
I be signin' autographs, a gang of G's

you walkin' round broke, nobody knows ya
Lookin' like you a whole sack of doja
Outside in the lot in front of the cars
Standin' in a circle some wannabe stars

Freestylin', but you original, no
You just shootin' and you pimpin' hoes
And to think you could with me
I never would spit game for free

I'm the T double O, S H O R T, I rock all and any parties
Any my style is gettin' bank, gettin' head, gettin' hella
I my top when it's hot and sunny
So how you shit when you ain't havin' no money

I set trends in the rap bitch
And gives a fuck other rappers talk shit
I know you motherfuckers, me rap
So hard, I put momma in my dirty rap

No shit, the old sucked a damn good dick
Put them legs up high she couldn't it
I'm not a no good punk, I macked your mother
But Life is Too $hort, so I it undercover

Now you're all grown up, with partners rappin'
But old Short Dawg'll your ass happened
To a fake MC, who tried to get me
I his career, instantly

And it stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on 'cause I stop rappin'
And it stop, to the beat y'all
It on 'cause I don't stop rappin'

Now let's the lifestyles, of me and you
phony and I'm all about bein' true
You drive a bucket, you bought for a G
I around snuffin' them fo'-eighteens

In the back of a big ass truck
Jump two rows and get my dick sucked
Benzos, Lexus, Rolex and
lil' bitches havin' sex with Daddy

I givin' no bitch, no kind of slack
You got one then treat the hoe like a mack
yours is hers, she don't trip
Sucker ass nigga need to check bitch

But so weak and it shows in your rap
I'm out here, hoes livin' fat
While you at home, gettin' sweated by mama
I my mother a house in Atlanta

And you can't stand it, so do you say
Too $hort rap, no fuckin' way
But I am, workin' in the studio
And your ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one be on ten
Hit the nigga and do it again

To the beat y'all, and it don't
It goes on 'cause I don't stop
To the beat y'all, and it stop
It goes on I don't stop rappin'

Now ask New York, can Too $hort
Ask Detroit, they'll let niggaz know
ask Philly, can I rap?
South of Chicago, who's the mack?

I never ever tripped on the that you spit about me
Every time I perform, I a lot of G's
'Cause I'm paid for this motherfuckin' rap
Eatin' good like a motherfuckin' fat

Every single day at the house, wrong wichu?
Eatin' fast food if you knew
I understand though, 'cause I there befo'
Eat any damn and got nowhere to go

Daydreams, about great
It all started when I was sellin' tapes
in eighty-two, eighty-three on up
Waitin' still waitin' to blow on up

And when it happened, I still had to
I didn't get till eighty-eight
I made nine albums in years
I'm a true West Coast pioneer

Dr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the
All that money we makin' don't the West
we ain't the ones who created rap
But we made the shit, we made it fat

And it stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on 'cause I don't stop
And it don't stop, to the y'all
It goes on I don't stop rappin'