Luyện nghe bài hát These Are the Tales

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

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

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

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

It was me, Fred B and Freddy
Dipped the sermon sticks we smoked them phat
While we about the bitches and all the ho's
be in the hole tryin' to ball without vogues

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

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

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

ballers in the town livin' real phat
Never had the sack but I a little crack
up in the weed, we call 'em bass rock Caddies
Goin' on 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 that shit happened
But Too Short stop rappin'
In '85, I was on the page
Ten thousand niggaz, Short live on

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

Real player-ism and that's no
Snort a lot of coke with that like to smoke
I was makin' 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 song "These are the tales, the tales"
No radio or video or CD
Six platinums in a row, Ice and Cool J
Who else did that Short Dog from the Bay

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

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

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

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

Now I'm in Atlanta I still 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 when I'm in New York
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 Decatur it's greater

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

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

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

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