Luyện nghe bài hát Rapper's Ball

Where them hoes at?

E-feezey, Too
We off the fo' Scheezy baby
Off the heezy, I you theezy
Niggaz ain't havin' no like us main

ain't havin' no raveez
Shit, haha you us
Where at man? Tell him sing that shit
dem fools or something, beotch

Say you got it all
the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the
me, is it true or false?

Say you got it all
Love the way you ball
Claimin' that your is tall
Tell me, is it or false?

I put my mack hand down ain't never been a
I was havin' B R E A D way before this rap game nigga been
you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz 'member
Earl, Brat, and Denell dem from Vallel

At every light automatic, burn rubber
See my folkers in the traffic, ERB
that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My Short got hoes in it

I'm always rappers big ballin' on their songs
I do that shit for real and you'll say I'm wrong
S-500 straight on twenties
TV in the pimpin' hoes gettin' money

I'm Too Short baby been since the eighties
For the last eight years around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette,
Bitches don't call me by my name they me daddy

Say you got it all
Love the way you players
Everyday at the mall
Tell me, is it or false?

Say you got it all
the way you players ball
Claimin' your mail is tall
me, is it true or false?

K-Ci Short, Fonzarelli
probably never have long money like Ross Perilla
But shit we just want a hip, don't want the whole
put the two on the ten, don't ever perpetrate

Like a lot of fools I see on TV
With the Armani Versus Versacci
Why motherfuckers can't be sometimes?
it's cool to floss
But don't buy an eighty-five dollar car
you buy a house

They said, I couldn't rap, I just say bitch
I guess the bitch, made me
And now you wanna call me
I be steppin' out the shower on a marble floor

I paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and
This industry is fuckin', fat bitches
All work and no play, I do it
'cuz I gotta stay paid 40

Say you got it all
Love the way you players
Everyday you're at the
Tell me, is it true or

Say you got it all
the way you players ball
Claimin' that your mail is
me, is it true or false?

We throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they
Ultrafied trips, Montego Jamaica
row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin'
Long expensive fuh-flights, up in the heavens

Fat ass checks, fat ass cribs
blunts and drinkin' brew on the balcony, barbecuein' ribs
The scrilla, the merrier
I the ya area

I from Foothill and Papers Court to Sixty-Seven MacArthur
To Freddie B house, to make tapes with my
Hit Park, we had tapes for sale
Got a paper bag full of that, you tell?

It's funky, nod their head like this
I bitch, and everybody read my lips
I got rich, suckin' up the from the O
And even though a lot of rappers got the same of flow

I survived 'cuz I got mo' game them
It came straight the prostitutes, players, and pimps
It was my destiny, I came the every time
So don't question me, I transfer the in the rhymes

I'm not a free styler, don't rap for main
It's Paystyle on mine, 'cuz I love money
Land and Toyota, Lexuses
Six-hundred feet twelve them big ass motor Mercedeses

We be savin' hoes, bitches be savin' us
Bitch me in my car, bitch best to catch the bus
I a briefcase full of game, while y'all be ear-hustlin'
Ain't no paperback pimpin' nigga, we strugglin'

Say you got it all
the way you players ball
Everyday at the mall
me, is it true or false?

Say you got it all
Love the way you players
Claimin' that mail is tall
Tell me, is it or false?

I'm Shorty the pimp, I come
and again, they say when will it end?
Maybe never, 'cause I can spit it
But I rappin' for cheese, I want meal tickets

Gotta start somewhere, and I'm past
For the scratch, I be the last mack
So stick ya Pretty Tony
You tryin' ta make a hit, but shit sounds phony

Not like but like ET
You be me, so would you please see
If you can keep my out your mouth
'Cause you don't really what the game's all about

'bout feedin' the family, not freakin' in the Benz
Instead of rentin', pay for that roof on head
And stop pimpin' in your knowin' you a trick
Put your down playa go an hit you a lick, bitch

(That's writ, Too Scheezi, Ant Banks, Fonzarelli, K-Ci)
Damn is that
(That's right)