Luyện nghe bài hát That's Why

Yeah, we gettin' real on this y'all
You know I'm hearin' all rumors out here 'bout
ran $hort Dogg up outta East Oakland
Nigga to Atlanta, ain't got no mo' love in the town
I got love in Oakland y'all
You know what I'm sayin' I doin this shit fo' years
So I'm a tell it to you like it happened, bitch

I don't stop rappin', ever since the very day
I grabbed the microphone, a funky ass tape
I had sixteen hoes, ten toes
Game from the "O", an' any real knows
The only love get is what they paid fo'
Gimme my scratch, what the fuck I'm a fo'?
I gotta make bitch, stack some G's
the whole stroll to my fax machine

I got comin' 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 they don't fuck wit me no mo'
I go back wit rap like
the very first time I grabbed the mic
Niggaz smokin' burner, to fight
I don't promote violence, I'm from Oakland where the real it

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

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

It all started back C and H
Went to T, B, tryin' to hate
I flipped a new Lexus, 93
Joda 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, give Teddy Gram one dime
Now listen real close it might be hard to follow

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

I do all the while you pimp me
I to buy him out but right about then
They let the out, niggaz start eatin' that shit up
You shoulda listened
I'm always on this money mission
Sold a car an' a truck in Oakland fo' 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 town got rid 'o

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

That's was right around the time Chris Dru down
The luniz came an' them tricks got clowned
Rappin' Ron tore 'em up on the tip
An' niggaz ran nobody outta shit
they put it on the town, shit got real
When you was in the fourth grade I had a deal
You got one hit record now you
You make one album, you'll be fallin'

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

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

Niggaz shootin' at the late at night
a Charokee, started shootin' at Spice
At the E-40 picnic out in the
Niggaz gather fo' some shit to start
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 tryin' to be my
I could my life or give my money to him
I'd rather die you use me
I tried to buy him out, the nigga me

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