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 I wrote my first rhyme
I to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was sayin' my name

I had a record on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my
From Oakland, California with some new
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
dolla's fo' a tape, Too Short and Freddy B
Money in my pocket's all I need

It was me, Fred B and Brack
Dipped the sermon sticks then we smoked phat
we rapped about the bitches and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole to ball without vogues

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

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

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

Young in the town livin' real phat
had the sack but I smoked a little crack
Crushed up in the weed, we call 'em bass Caddies
Goin' on them grimmies make ho's call me daddy

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

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

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

Real player-ism and no joke
Snort a lot of coke ho's 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 Dangerous
And I made the song "These are the tales, the tales"
No radio or or CD sales
Six platinums in a row, Ice and Cool J
Who else did that shit? Short Dog the Bay

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

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

And just love my dirty mouth
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 that's the
I was a ass man when you was playin' in the park lil' nigga

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

Now I'm in I still love the O
I gave you my but you can't have my flow
I guest appeared on 47
Fuck McDonald and Calvin

I get money with Erick Sermon I'm in New York
I get respect, call 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 Banks and B
All we need to do is find my nigga

We to be on Murdel 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 that I tell so
(You can have that word, say 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)