Luyện nghe bài hát These Are the Tales

These are the
These are the tales that I so well
(Tune in to the Channel)
These are the
(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 I wrote my first rhyme
I like to spit a lot of
But back then, I was just sayin' my

I had a record on my stereo
Got down on my with my radio
From Oakland, with some 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
Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too Short and B
Money in my pocket's all I ever

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

In '82 you was in the
With a Falcon, or a Mustang
Me and Freddy B to hit the turfs
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 smokin' get-right
And at mid-night I'll be on the mic

I did the thang, for the next 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

ballers in the town livin' real phat
Never had the sack but I smoked a crack
up in the weed, we call 'em bass rock Caddies
Goin' on them grimmies make 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 tell so

It's been fifteen years since that shit
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 crowd sang along me word for word
And changed everything
Went to Seventy Five 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 records but wasn't makin' money
You can take it seriously or you can it's funny

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

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

I'll retire ten times and I'll still be
My old records sell a half a mil' a year
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!
my gift, now all you rappers get to say that shit
I wont sue you, but the trademark
I was a grown ass man when you was playin' in the park lil'

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

Now I'm in I still love the O
I gave you my bitch but you have my flow
I guest appeared on 47
McDonald and fuck Calvin

I get with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they me Too Short
I live in ATL, 'cause I'm a player
We fuckin' hella ho's at X House in Decatur where it's

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

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

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