Luyện nghe bài hát These Are the Tales

These are the
These are the tales I tell so well
(Tune in to the Channel)
These are the
(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 I wrote my first rhyme
I to spit a lot of game
But then, I was just sayin' my name

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

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

It was me, B and Freddy Brack
Dipped the sermon sticks then we smoked phat
While we about the bitches and all the ho's
Can't be in the tryin' to ball without vogues

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

In '83 you hit a party
A dolla' get you in and a dolla' fo' a
I'm on the smokin' get-right
And at I'll be rappin' on the mic

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

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

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

It's been fifteen years since that shit
But Too Short don't rappin'
In '85, I was on the page
Ten thousand niggaz, Short live on

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

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

By '87, I was on my own, started Music
And I the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
No radio or video or CD
Six platinums in a row, Ice Cube and J
Who else did that shit? Short Dog the Bay

These try to play it safe
But I been mackin' since eighty-eight
And from to ninety-six
I was rappin' on the mic talkin' about a bitch

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

And bitches love my dirty mouth
I see you again I'ma cuss you out, biatch!
That's my gift, now all you rappers get to say that
I wont sue you, but that's the
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
These are the
These are the tales that I tell so

Now I'm in Atlanta I love the O
I gave you my bitch but you have my flow
I guest appeared on 47
Fuck McDonald and fuck

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

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

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

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

These are the
(All you regular ass niggas)
These are the tales I tell so well
(You finally get to have Too bitch, trick)