Luyện nghe bài hát These Are the Tales

These are the
These are the that I tell so well
(Tune in to the Channel)
are the tales
(Learn a biatch)
These are the tales that I so well
(Short Dog)

I'm thinkin' way back, it's a long, long time
In 1980 I wrote my first
I like to spit a lot of
But back then, I was just my name

I had a record player on my
Got on my knees with my radio
From Oakland, California some new shit
I'm Sir Too Short, I'm to do this

In 1981, that's it all begun
We do it for the money, we rap for fun
Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too Short and B
Money in my pocket's all I ever

It was me, Fred B and Brack
Dipped the sermon sticks we smoked them phat
we rapped about the bitches and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole tryin' to without vogues

In '82 you was in the
a Falcon, Cougar or a Mustang
Me and Freddy B used to hit the
With a bag of puttin' in work, biatch

In '83 you hit a house
A get you in and a dolla' fo' a drink
I'm on the turntable smokin'
And at mid-night be rappin' on the mic

I did the thang, for the next two years
why they say my name, when I come through here
When I was Sixteen, I to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with D and Black

Young ballers in the town real phat
Never had the sack but I smoked a little
Crushed up in the weed, we 'em bass rock Caddies
Goin' on them grimmies make them ho's me daddy

are the tales
These are the tales I tell so well
are the tales
These are the tales that I tell so

It's been years since that shit happened
But Too Short don't stop
In '85, I was on the right
Ten thousand niggaz, live on stage

Underground was all they ever heard
But the whole crowd sang along me word for word
And that changed
Went to Seventy Five Girls and hooked up Dean

Real and that's no joke
Snort a lot of coke with ho's like to smoke
I was records but wasn't makin' money
You can take it seriously or you can it's funny

By '87, I was on my own, Dangerous Music
And I made the "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
No radio or or CD sales
Six in a row, Ice Cube and Cool J
Who else did shit? Short Dog from the Bay

These ho's try to play it
But I been hard since eighty-eight
And from to ninety-six
I was on the mic talkin' shit about a bitch

I'll retire ten times and still be here
My old records sell about a half a mil' a
I say "Bitch get naked" so
Spit rhymes through and centuries

And bitches just love my mouth
When I see you I'ma cuss you out, biatch!
my gift, now all you rappers get to say that shit
I sue you, but that's the trademark
I was a grown ass man when you was playin' in the park nigga

These are the
These are the tales that I tell so
are the tales
These are the tales I tell so well

Now I'm in Atlanta I love the O
I gave you my bitch but you can't have my
I guest appeared on 47
Fuck and fuck Calvin

I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New
I get respect, they me Too Short
I live swell in ATL, I'm a player
We fuckin' hella ho's at X House in Decatur where greater

You know how we
I got for all niggaz from the EastSide
It was me, Ant and Shorty B
All we need to do is find my nigga

We to be on Murdel Street makin' funky songs
If you see him tell him Short said it's on
get this money, midwest down South
East coast, West ride out, biatch

These are the
(That's my to rap)
are the tales that I tell so well
(You can have that word, say all you want)

are the tales
(All you regular ass niggas)
These are the tales that I so well
(You finally get to Too Short's bitch, trick)