Luyện nghe bài hát These Are the Tales

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

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

I had a player on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my
From Oakland, California 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
Five fo' a tape, Too Short and Freddy B
in my pocket's all I ever need

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

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

In '83 you hit a party
A dolla' get you in and a 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 two years
That's why say my name, when I come through here
I was Sixteen, I want'd to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with D and Black

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

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

It's been fifteen years that shit happened
But Too Short don't rappin'
In '85, I was on the page
Ten niggaz, Short live 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 records but wasn't makin' 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 in a row, Ice Cube and Cool J
Who else did that Short Dog from the Bay

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

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

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 sue you, but that's the trademark
I was a ass man when you was playin' in the park lil' nigga

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

Now I'm in Atlanta I still the O
I you my bitch but you can't have my flow
I appeared on 47 albums
Fuck McDonald and Calvin

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

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)

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