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

Oakland, California, West Coast
You play the game or you smoke the pipe
I became a at the age fourteen
No gold ropes, no diamond

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

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

Don't fight the feeling, is me
I rock shows in Nashville,
It wasn't "Hee Haw," so don't
At the ol' boys getting autographs

In Cincinnati, I know you
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 your name and your telephone number
You I'm faking, but I'll call
We got one night to do it all

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If that train 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 playing
I help it I'm so damn cool

me 'Dog' or leave me alone
I'm riding in a Cadillac Chrome
With Too Clean, the wheel
I'm riding shotgun, for real

boss 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 cause I don't rapping

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

I said "I love you" you gave 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 little hospitality
You'd try to get away from me
I love money, and I just can't it
I go to Magic City and the girls naked

I'm somewhat of a by the way I rap
But I'm living like an Oak mack
I'm in the house y'all, I'm peeser, y'all
Rat heads get nothing but cheese,

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

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

Kansas City,
I the house in East 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 don't even play
Woofers in the trunk, blasting the
I cross the bridge and hit street

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

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