Luyện nghe bài hát These Are the Tales

These are the
These are the that I tell so well
(Tune in to the Channel)
are the tales
(Learn a biatch)
These are the 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 like to a lot of game
But back then, I was 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 where it all
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 ever

It was me, Fred B and Freddy
the sermon sticks then we smoked them phat
While we rapped about the and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole 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 tapes in work, biatch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By '87, I was on my own, started Music
And I made the "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 shit? Short Dog from the Bay

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

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

And bitches just love my dirty
When I see you again 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

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

Now I'm in Atlanta I 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 Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too
I swell in ATL, 'cause 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 from the EastSide
It was me, Ant and Shorty B
All we need to do is find my PeeWee

We used to be on Murdel Street makin' songs
If you see him tell him Short it's 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 that I tell so
(You can have word, say bitch all you want)

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