Luyện nghe bài hát That's Why

Yeah, we gettin' real on album y'all
You know I'm all these rumors out here 'bout
ran $hort 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 juss like it happened,

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

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

You might get killed nigga or make a ticket
Move down South 'cuz the town is
Now the radio jocks wanna my style
I too many rappers you support
Ask 'em who grew up on, Too $hort
all that black ball 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 town got rid 'o

It all back when C and H
Went to T, B, tryin' to hate
I a brand new Lexus, 93
Joda Balls me up, said, "Ya lyin' to me"
He said, "I heard you an' Ryan got the an' split it
If I don't get my cut, you fuckaz gonna get it"
It was G's, all mine, didn't give Teddy Gram one dime
Now listen real close 'cuz it be hard to follow

told Ted it was fifty thousand dollaz
Shit sound an' it is
But that's how it goes you in show biz
fallin' out, should be makin' millions
Instead of studios, we seein' in buildings
Then we stop speakin', shit got
I don't a fuck, muthafucka get my money
I never been a hoe, you can't pimp me

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

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

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

That's was around the time Chris hooked Dru down
The luniz came through an' tricks got clowned
Rappin' Ron tore 'em up on the tip
An' niggaz ain't ran nobody shit
Then put it on the town, shit got real
When you was in the grade I had a record deal
You got one hit now you ballin'
You make one fake album, be fallin'

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

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

shootin' at the studio late at night
Seen a Charokee, started 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 mutha fucka shootin' at the street
It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a clip
One in the an' it blockin' T.B.
Still to be my pimp
I lose my life or give my money to him
I'd die before you use me
I to buy him out, the nigga sued me

An' that's where it right now y'all
Fo' the mutha fuckaz that don't
Like the say, "If you don't know, now you know"