Luyện nghe bài hát Short Dog's in The House

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

Oakland, California, West life
You either play the game or you the pipe
I a rapper 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
San Diego 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 it again

fight the feeling, life is me
I rock in Nashville, Tennessee
It "Hee Haw," so don't laugh
At the good ol' getting autographs

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

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

I know baby 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 with
Too $hort then nationwide
I to Georgia with the Too $hort sound
I down like Bobby Brown

I said a rap and took me to jail
Pulled out my and made bail
is my story, it could not wait
It all started out in the Golden

California, I was born and raised
I used to play the in my younger days
I just hit beat any way I can
Smooth in the marching band

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

From Chicago, to
From Mississippi, to
Louisiana, even
Females, me sexist

But don't they it, you know me
Freak in a room trying to blow me
engine, engine, number nine
Homies run a train, standing in

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

In Chattanooga, they the tip
Short Dog in the house, I'm flip
clip, or playing pool
I can't it I'm so damn cool

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

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

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

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

A southern hospitality
better try to get away from me
I love money, and I 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 living like an Oak town
I'm in the y'all, I'm like peeser, y'all
Rat heads get nothing but cheese,

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 stay on the

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

Kansas City,
I rock the house in St. Louis
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
Woofers in the trunk, the beat
I cross the and hit third street

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

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