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)
These are the tales that I so well
(Short Dog)

I'm thinkin' way back, it's a long, long time
In I wrote my first rhyme
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 with new shit
I'm Sir Too Short, I'm bout to do

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 need

It was me, B and Freddy Brack
Dipped the sermon sticks then we smoked phat
While we rapped the bitches and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole tryin' to ball 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 tapes puttin' in work,

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 I'll be rappin' on the mic

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

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

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

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

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

Real player-ism and that's no
Snort a lot of coke with ho's that like to
I was records but wasn't 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 radio or or CD sales
Six platinums in a row, Ice and Cool J
Who else did that shit? Dog from the Bay

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

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

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

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

Now I'm in Atlanta I love the O
I you my bitch but you can't have my flow
I guest 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 swell in ATL, 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 from the EastSide
It was me, Ant Banks and 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, midwest down
East coast, coast ride out, biatch

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

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