Luyện nghe bài hát These Are the Tales

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

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

I had a record player on my
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, Fred B and Brack
the sermon sticks then we smoked them phat
While we rapped the bitches and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole tryin' to without vogues

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

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

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

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

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

It's fifteen years since that shit happened
But Too Short stop rappin'
In '85, I was on the page
Ten niggaz, Short live on stage

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

Real player-ism and that's no
Snort a lot of coke with ho's that to smoke
I was makin' records but makin' money
You can take it seriously or you can it's funny

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

ho's try to play it safe
But I been mackin' hard since
And from eighty-nine to
I was rappin' on the mic shit about a bitch

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

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

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 Atlanta I love the O
I gave you my but you can't have my flow
I guest appeared on 47
McDonald and fuck Calvin

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

You how we ride
I got love for all niggaz from the
It was me, Ant and Shorty 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, down South
East coast, West ride out, biatch

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

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