Luyện nghe bài hát Short Dog's in The House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said a rap and they me to jail
out my bank and made bail
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
Smooth in the marching band

I turned in my 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, even
Females, me sexist

But they love it, you know me
Freak nasty in a trying to blow me
engine, engine, number nine
Homies run a train, standing in

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

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

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

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 make love to me and I still act
Oh should I pay you? You be tripping
I buy you and I sure ain't 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 you giving, ain't all that good

A little hospitality
You'd better try to get 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 living an Oak town mack
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 you in your ass with my Nike boots
Some rappers try to be like Too $hort
Can hang with the Dog, better stay on the porch

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

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

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

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

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