Luyện nghe bài hát Short Dog's in The House

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

Oakland, California, West life
You either play the or you smoke the pipe
I became a at the age fourteen
No gold ropes, no rings

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

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

Don't the feeling, life is me
I shows in Nashville, Tennessee
It wasn't "Hee Haw," so don't
At the good ol' getting autographs

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

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

I know baby such a pity
Tomorrow night, we hit city
Cold macking in the is all we do
Me and the boys "The Dangerous Crew"

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

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

California, I was born and raised
I used to play the drum in my days
I hit that beat any way I can
Smooth high-stepping in the band

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

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

But don't they love it, you me
nasty in a room trying to blow me
Like engine, engine, number
Homies run a train, in line

If that train off the track
Then my brother you will catch the
Colorado, to Arizona
All the way back home to

In Chattanooga, they the tip
Short Dog in the house, I'm that
Getting clip, or playing
I can't help it I'm so cool

Call me 'Dog' or leave me
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 like to roll 'em fat cause you know we
To the y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't rapping

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

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

A little hospitality
You'd try to get away from me
I love money, and I just 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 house y'all, I'm peeser, y'all
Rat heads get but cheese, y'all

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

In Minnesota, Virginia
Wisconsin, I got
Atlanta, Little
Louisville, it stop

Kansas City,
I rock the house in St. Louis
Detroit, it's like
a black thing, and I'm a black man

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

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

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