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 that I tell so well
(Short Dog)

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

I had a record player on my
Got down on my knees with my
From Oakland, California some new shit
I'm Sir Too Short, I'm bout to do

In 1981, that's it all begun
We do it for the money, we rap for fun
Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too 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
While we rapped about the and all the ho's
Can't be in the tryin' 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 dolla' fo' a
I'm on the turntable smokin'
And at I'll 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
When I was Sixteen, I want'd to be a
I went to Fremont with Lil' D and Black

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

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

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

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

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

By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous
And I the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
No radio or video or CD
Six platinums in a row, Ice and Cool J
Who else did that shit? 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 through 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 in the park lil' nigga

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

Now I'm in Atlanta I love the O
I gave you my bitch but you can't my flow
I appeared on 47 albums
McDonald and fuck Calvin

I get money with Erick Sermon I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too
I live swell in ATL, 'cause I'm a
We fuckin' ho's at X House in Decatur where it's greater

You know how we
I got love for all niggaz the EastSide
It was me, Ant and Shorty B
All we need to do is my nigga PeeWee

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

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

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