Luyện nghe bài hát Rhymes

Without a doubt I'm back and if you don't know
Call me S I R T O
I to say these rhymes, I do it all the time
I make my own damn beat now all the money is
I carry big fat wives, I treat my girls like
Ask 'em who do they love and all say, "Tide"
I'm just an M.C. and nothin' else
I keep and I do it by myself

Could you be me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say lines
So go on and on, I'm Sir Too
what you've been lookin' for
Like PCP or pure
DJ universe got you in the game
You make money, hear my rap from coast to
host to host, I hear the toast

Too $hort, the way you that hit
Here's to you, keep rhymin' and boy, don't
I say, this is how it when I say my rap
Most times I rhyme wouldn't be like that
the way I write rhymes you will comprehend
I'll keep to the very end
And if you me fake I'll say, "So what?
I got you standin' and noddin' you just shot up

So, boy, up I'm still rappin'"
Comin' at you fresh, do you know what
I'm sayin' rhymes messin' your mind
I want your, girl, 'cause she really ain't fine
I took her to a could've been a hotel
It costs me twenty dollars but I did it so
She had to tell your sister, your sister you
Now the damn town calls me playboy too

I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', don't stop
I'm lookin' at an empty page to fill it up
I only the truth, speak only to you
So if I tell you to say somethin' you know what to do
I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they never
I live in California, drive a top
Roll by the beach, look at the
Jump in my car, I do it week

DJ's who know me Mister $hort
All you be mothers get no child support
I'm Too $hort, baby, gettin'
Get on the mic and say
left to right, right to left
Girl, stealin' your heart is like theft
ten to nine, three to two
I'll be one up on you

nightfall makes the sun go down
Crazy rack laid the beat changed life around
From the sea to the mountains the to the sea
All you're do is wanna rock this beat
so rough, so tough when I talk this stuff
When I get on the mic I can't get
I'm the rapper of the season, fresh and
All my raps are and decent

I'm that rapper known to place
For the hardest raps the hardest bass
You see I rap all the time, that's the
When I walk in the place I jam the joint
Singin' old Too on the microphone
The beat's so can't leave me alone
You see I rap so cool I not shout
I keep comin' so hard I knock you out

If you battle with $hort that's the you take
So you better fresh and don't be fake
All you weak MC's with your weak drum
Tellin' all your you can hang with me
Count one to ten ten to twenty
And just keep on makin' money
Life is Too $hort, I stop
I'm hooked on like a junkie on top

I got to make it day, I won't go broke
Ask me am I rich and say, "No"
I'm your homeboy Too $hort back
Puttin' Oakland on the map, my rap never end
I'd to send a special thanks to the dangerous crew
For in me when they thought I was through
I got rhymes, I 'em comin'
I'm on the mic, I won't stop rappin' till it out right

And when beatin', I'll just say, "Let's roll"
I make another record and buy gold
I rhymin' and I do it by myself
I'm a one man crew, you see I don't need help
I get the job so all you fake rappers, MC's, rap masters
Give it up leave that to me
Realizin' young buck, you can't rock that
I rap on the mic and you'll believe nothin' ain't like the big old C

It's just one rapper spittin' a rap
Not or four sucka's or a couple of saps
born to Mack, I'll cash a check
Walkin' 'round a fool, livin' up to his rep
I'll tell you ain't long, what you waitin' for?
I thought you wanted to be Too $hort