Luyện nghe bài hát Short Dog's in The House

Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, right
Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's
Moving up, Oakland, yeah, that's right
up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right

Oakland, California, Coast life
You either the game or you smoke the pipe
I a rapper at the age fourteen
No gold ropes, no rings

But at me now, ten years later
Ask any MC if I rap
See I'm known in Fresno, the big O
San Diego to Sacramento

They'll tell you yes, you go
And I bet my life one say no
Ain't nothing a Too $hort fan
I ain't tripping, you can play it

Don't the feeling, life is me
I rock shows in Nashville,
It wasn't "Hee Haw," so laugh
At the good ol' boys getting

In Cincinnati, I you heard
I got fined for the cuss
true, baby, so so unique
Might slap your man or just your freak

I come to your town, I'm not
I want your and your telephone number
You think I'm faking, but call
We got one night to do it all

I know it's such a pity
Tomorrow night, we hit city
macking in the game is all we do
Me and the boys called "The Crew"

I used to be local till I signed Jive
Too then went nationwide
I went to with the Too $hort sound
I went like Bobby Brown

I said a rap and they me to jail
out my bank and made bail
This is my story, it not wait
It all started out in the State

California, where I was and raised
I to play the drum in my younger days
I just hit beat any way I can
high-stepping in the marching band

I in my drum and I started to rap
Now beats I make, make my so fat
Too $hort, on the mic tonight
Pennsylvania, can you see the

Chicago, to Indiana
From Mississippi, to
Louisiana, even
Females, call me

But don't love it, you know me
nasty in a room trying to blow me
Like engine, engine, nine
Homies run a train, standing in

If train jumps off the track
my brother you will catch the clap
From Colorado, to
All the way back to California

In Chattanooga, know the tip
Short Dog in the house, I'm flip
Getting clip, or pool
I help it I'm so damn cool

Call me or leave me alone
I'm riding in a Fleetwood Chrome
With Too Clean, behind the
I'm riding shotgun, for real

boss in the back, give me supersede
They to roll 'em fat cause you know we ride
To the beat y'all, and it don't
It goes on cause I don't rapping

Now you know, but the Dog in me
You make love to me and I still act
Oh should I pay you? You must be
I didn't buy you and I sure renting

I said "I love you" 'cause you me head
I didn't love you we got out the bed
If I could love you, you I would
But what you giving, ain't all good

A southern hospitality
You'd better try to get away me
I money, and I just can't fake it
I go to Magic City and the dance naked

I'm somewhat of a by the way I rap
But I'm like an Oak town mack
I'm in the y'all, I'm like peeser, y'all
Rat heads get but cheese, y'all

Or get slapped, put up your
I kick you in your ass my Nike boots
Some rappers try to be just Too $hort
Can hang the Dog, you'd better stay on the porch

In Minnesota, Virginia
Wisconsin, I got
Atlanta, Rock
Louisville, it don't

City, Missouri
I rock the house in East St.
Detroit, like Oakland
It's a thing, and I'm a black man

To all my in the U.S.A.
Too $hort don't even play
in the trunk, blasting the beat
I cross the bridge and hit third

Years ago, I rocked that
I say what's up to my homies from Hunter's
We go a long way back, it's been like that
In the days that Dog was so young at the rap
I'm in the

Moving up, Oakland, yeah, that's right
Moving up, Oakland, yeah, that's right
Moving up, Oakland, yeah, that's right
up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right