Luyện nghe bài hát That's Why

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

I don't rappin', ever since the very first day
I grabbed the microphone, made a ass tape
I had sixteen hoes, ten toes
Game the "O", an' any real pimp knows
The only love hoes get is what paid fo'
Gimme my scratch, what the fuck I'm a stay
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 fuckin' Bay, it's true
I'm the man G, I'm 106 can't ban me
All on the air sayin' they fuck wit me no mo'
I go wit rap like K-P-O-O
From the very first time I the mic
smokin' 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
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 black 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 back when C and H
Went to T, B, tryin' to hate
I a brand new Lexus, 93
Joda called me up, said, "Ya lyin' to me"
He said, "I heard you an' got the cash an' split it
If I don't get my cut, you fuckaz gonna get it"
It was thirteen G's, all mine, didn't Teddy Gram one dime
Now listen close 'cuz it might be hard to follow

Chris told Ted it was thousand dollaz
Shit sound an' it is
But how it goes when you in show biz
Niggaz fallin' out, be makin' millions
Instead of studios, we seein' lawyers in
Then we stop speakin', shit got
I don't give a fuck, muthafucka get my
I ain't been a hoe, you can't pimp me

I do all the while you pimp me
I tried to buy him out but about then
They let the out, niggaz start eatin' that shit up
You shoulda listened
I'm always on this money makin'
a car an' a truck in Oakland fo' that Lex
Jock loaned me an' I was rollin' that bitch

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

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

was right around 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 nobody outta
Then they put it on the town, shit got
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' shit don't apply to me present or past
You can meet me at the mall an' get my
Or you can back, if you can do all that
Me Fred an' Freddy Craps
Smokin' burner upstairs in hot lips
It's been fifteen an' I ain't played out
They playin' Too $hort steppin' on a pedal
Back in the days K M E L played heavy

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

Niggaz shootin' at the studio at night
Seen a Charokee, started shootin' at
At the picnic out in the park
Niggaz 'round fo' some shit to start
They had wit my name but we never got to me
See me sucka 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 could my life or give my money to him
I'd rather die you use me
I tried to buy him out, the sued me

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