Luyện nghe bài hát These Are the Tales

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

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

I had a player on my stereo
Got on my knees with my radio
From Oakland, with 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
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 them phat
While we rapped the bitches and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole tryin' to ball without

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 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 thang, for the next two years
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 with 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 grimmies make them ho's call me daddy

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

It's been fifteen years since that 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 ever
But the whole crowd sang with me word for word
And that everything
Went to Seventy Five Girls and hooked up Dean

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

By '87, I was on my own, Dangerous Music
And I the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
No radio or video or CD
Six platinums in a row, Ice Cube and J
Who did that shit? Short Dog from the Bay

These try to play it safe
But I been hard since eighty-eight
And from eighty-nine to
I was rappin' on the mic talkin' shit about a

I'll ten times and I'll still be here
My old records sell about a half a mil' a
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 you was playin' in the park lil' nigga

are the tales
These are the tales that I so well
are the tales
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
McDonald and fuck Calvin

I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New
I get respect, they me Too Short
I swell in ATL, 'cause I'm a player
We fuckin' hella ho's at X House in Decatur where 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 Street makin' funky songs
If you see him tell him Short said back on
get this money, midwest down South
East coast, West ride out, biatch

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

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