Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Like Me

Too Short, Mc

Rap like me, you'll go straight to the top, keep what you're doing
And you're sure to get dropped a trick, nothings even up my sleeve
A million sold and it's hard to believe well it's true homeboy
It's not a lie, I used to sell tapes on sunny
I used to the 40 bus around the way
Me and Fred Benz, slanging all these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start making
You fronting Mc, I to cap
You make hit records and you can't rap I said it before

I'll say it again you believe me, ask your fans
When I into Cali
The was packed, Sir Too Short don't stop that rap
I rapping my rhymes, all the time, you got no rhymes
So you listen to mine I'm not starting a fight, telling it right
The damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic
His is Too Short, now shut your mouth
In '81 I was the house, I'm a hustler, baby, coming up
I hustle every day and I sell drugs

I don't run no gangs, don't no dice
Gave the same speech to the Oakland Vice
But if you keep pushing, like you
When they see me on the strip, through
I break it down so it'll break your back
With the beat so loud playing Too raps
That's it, I'm set no need to talk bullshit
I need a, Oak town, big time sound just enough beat to get on

So, you other rappers listen to mine, you catch
Dog rapping nursery rhymes call my rap trash, jam the junk
Put a on the cover, X-rated funk, it's just me
You say I won't go far but I stop rapping 'cause I rap so hard
From here to New York, to California
I bumped your girlfriend, don't say I warn ya
All this time you said your hoe you really shouldn't give
Baby all that dough she gave it all to me I fuck so good

I on the girls in my neighborhood 'cause when I'm freaky
I rap, I spit a rap to a freak, I rarely think about a sucker Mc
I go platinum, it's just like slapping 'em,
Dog in the house, starting some shit, Mc's rock and Mc's roll
But the albums they never go gold
When I was young, I I'd be one of the best
Every time I made a it came out so fresh
I was the King of the Oak town, spitting my

10 years later, ain't nothing changed still the of the bay
And I know what say they call me Godfather
And call you gay get with it, it's 1990
girlfriend's out there trying to find me
She about me, I fucked her best friend
I guess she to see if I can do it again
You to be like me, so damn bad
The impossible dream all you had

If you could rap like me, you wouldn't have the
Start rapping quit flapping a chicken wing
If could rap like me, say you're so great
But when they about you, they say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget, the way I make you trip
Mc's like you, seen 'em before, you keep on saying fuck Too Short
But I'm a better Mc than you and a damn thing you can do, but trip

On the TV screen, in the when they interview you
You just make up things, on an ego trip
And you're fronting like you're down, you're not the first real
From the Oakland town, just a new Jack, and you can't even rap
You wanna trip? Trip on I'm like Mc Lyte checking hoes tonight
If you're not a rapper, get off the mic 'cause with a fake Mc
A song's never complete you'd learn to rap like me

you want to be like, Too Short
Thought you to be like, Too Short

Whenever I rap, you it noise I'm tearing up shit up like
The Acorn on 10th street, I got a big freak, until you learn
To speak, you're weak 'cause it's the Oak town
And all get down to the rhythm of the Too Short funky sound
It boom, baseline's on ya
Crew from Oakland, California
Just don't 'cause Short Dog is hard, if you answer my rap

I your ass apart just like this, it lasts forever
You make a song and I one better
You say I cuss, I say you're
Your eyes pop open paper plates, you fronting Mc, I hate to cap
I make hit records with the vicious raps, I said it before, I'll say it
The boy ain't nothing but one of my fans like titties

Can you feel 'em? How can a rapper get with a real one?
Shit, I'm rapping man
I like you like the Klu Klan Mc's want to front on me?
My posse got a real Mc, Too Short and it don't
And it stop, and it won't stop 'cause I'm Too Short baby
On the microphone and I'm

Thought you want to be like, Too
Thought you want to be like, Too
Thought you want to be like, Too
Thought you to be like, Too Short

Now back to the subject, my boy Mc you say
You can't rap like me, like me make real hits
Rappers you talk bullshit, I told my boys there's a new
Funky drummer in town, you're trying to be James Brown
If I couldn't be me, who would I be? I damn sure be
A Mc 'cause I'm not like you, my game is true

I pimped these hoes and I pimped you, Too I'm boss
And makes the rules, you disobey and you be a fool
One, remember how it all began don't guess, the answer is
Two, you'd better learn to rap like me or you to be a fake Mc
Three, talk down on a player
I wouldn't care if you was Fred
Last but not least, number don't ever mess with Too Short, bitch

Thought you to be like, Too Short
Thought you to be like, Too Short