Luyện nghe bài hát That's Why

Yeah, we gettin' real on this y'all
You know I'm hearin' all these rumors out 'bout
They ran Dogg up outta East Oakland
Nigga moved to Atlanta, got no mo' love in the town
I got much love in y'all
You know what I'm sayin' I been doin this shit fo'
So I'm a tell it to you like it happened, bitch

I stop rappin', ever since the very first day
I grabbed the microphone, made a funky ass
I had sixteen hoes, ten toes
Game from the "O", an' any real knows
The only love hoes get is what they fo'
Gimme my scratch, what the fuck I'm a stay
I gotta make bitch, stack some G's
From the whole to my fax machine

I got money in from everywhere
From New York to L.A., to the fuckin' Bay, it's true
I'm the man G, I'm 106 can't ban me
All on the air they don't fuck wit me no mo'
I go back wit rap like
the very first time I grabbed the mic
Niggaz burner, ready to fight
I promote violence, I'm from Oakland where the real kick it

You might get killed nigga or make a mill
Move down 'cuz the town is wild
Now the radio wanna clown my style
I raised too many rappers you
Ask 'em who they grew up on, Too
Fuck all that black shit, it won't last
K M E L, y'all can my ass

why the town got rid 'o $hort
That's why the got rid 'o $hort

It all started when C and H
Went to T, B, tryin' to playa
I flipped a new Lexus, 93
Balls called me up, said, "Ya lyin' to me"
He said, "I heard you an' Ryan got the cash an' it
If I don't get my cut, you mutha gonna get it"
It was thirteen G's, all mine, didn't give Gram one dime
Now listen real close 'cuz it might be to follow

Chris told Ted it was fifty thousand
sound petty an' it is
But that's how it goes you in show biz
Niggaz fallin' out, should be millions
of studios, we seein' lawyers in buildings
Then we stop speakin', got funky
I don't give a fuck, get my money
I ain't never a hoe, you can't pimp me

I do all the work while you me
I to buy him out but right about then
They let the out, niggaz start eatin' that shit up
You never listened
I'm always on this money makin'
Sold a car an' a truck in fo' that Lex
Jock me five an' I was rollin' that bitch

That's why the got rid 'o $hort
(Don't everythang you hear, nigga)
That's why the got rid 'o $hort

I went to the freak-nik, shit me out
Came back fo' the Rapper
Bought me a house, was August '93, time to dip
I hade warrants in the an' I was hot as shit
Everytime I got stopped, nigga went to
Treat me bad I was hangin' wit criminals
I wanted to buy me a house in the Hills
Nice somethin' fo' a half a mill

That's was right the time Chris hooked Dru down
The luniz came through an' them got clowned
Rappin' Ron 'em up on the freestyle tip
An' niggaz ain't ran outta shit
they put it on the town, shit got real
When you was in the fourth I had a record deal
You got one hit record now you
You make one fake album, be fallin'

An' that shit don't to me present or past
You can meet me at the an' get my autograph
Or you can flash back, if you can do all
Me Fred Benz an' Craps
Smokin' upstairs in hot lips house
It's been years an' I ain't played out
They playin' Too $hort steppin' on a Chevy
Back in the days K M E L heavy metal

why the town got rid 'o $hort
That's why the town got rid 'o

Niggaz at the studio late at night
Seen a Charokee, shootin' at Spice
At the E-40 out in the park
Niggaz gather 'round fo' some shit to
They had bullets wit my but we never got to me
See me sucka mutha shootin' at the street
It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a full
One in the an' it blockin' T.B.
Still tryin' to be my
I could lose my life or give my to him
I'd die before you use me
I tried to buy him out, the sued me

An' that's where it right now y'all
Fo' the mutha fuckaz that know
Like the notorious say, "If you know, now you know"