Luyện nghe bài hát These Are the Tales

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

I'm thinkin' way back, it's been a long, long
In 1980 I wrote my rhyme
I to spit a lot of game
But then, I was just sayin' my name

I had a player on my stereo
Got down on my knees 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 fo' a tape, Too Short and Freddy B
Money in my pocket's all I need

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

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

In '83 you hit a house
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 Fremont with Lil' D and Black

Young ballers in the town livin' real
had the sack but I smoked a little crack
Crushed up in the weed, we call 'em rock Caddies
on them grimmies make them ho's call me daddy

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

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

Underground tapes was all they ever
But the whole crowd sang with me word for word
And changed everything
Went to Seventy Five Girls and hooked up with

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

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

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

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

And bitches love my dirty mouth
When I see you again I'ma 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 lil'

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

Now I'm in I still love the O
I gave you my but you can't have my flow
I appeared on 47 albums
Fuck McDonald and fuck

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

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

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

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

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