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 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 just sayin' my

I had a player on my stereo
Got down on my with my radio
From Oakland, with some 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 Short and B
Money in my pocket's all I need

It was me, Fred B and Brack
Dipped the sermon sticks then we them phat
While we about the bitches and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole to ball 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 house
A get you in and a dolla' fo' a drink
I'm on the turntable smokin'
And at I'll 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 want'd to be a
I went to High with Lil' D and Black

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

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

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

tapes was all they ever heard
But the crowd sang along with me word for word
And that everything
to Seventy Five Girls and hooked up with Dean

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

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 Short Dog from the Bay

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

retire ten times and I'll still be here
My old records sell a half a mil' a year
I say "Bitch get naked" so
Spit rhymes 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 get to say that shit
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 that I tell so well
These are the
These are the tales I tell so well

Now I'm in I still 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 call me Too
I live swell in ATL, I'm a player
We fuckin' hella ho's at X House in where it's greater

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

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

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

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