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, been a long, long time
In 1980 I wrote my first
I like to a lot of game
But back then, I was just sayin' my

I had a player on my stereo
Got down on my knees my radio
From Oakland, California with 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 Short and B
Money in my all I ever need

It was me, Fred B and Brack
Dipped the sticks then we smoked them phat
While we about the bitches and all the ho's
be in the hole tryin' to ball without vogues

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

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 they say my name, I come through here
I was Sixteen, I want'd to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with Lil' D and

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

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

been fifteen years since that shit happened
But Too Short stop rappin'
In '85, I was on the right
Ten niggaz, Short live on stage

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

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

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

These ho's try to play it
But I been mackin' hard since
And from to ninety-six
I was rappin' on the mic shit about a bitch

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

And bitches just my dirty mouth
When I see you again I'ma you out, biatch!
That's my gift, now all you rappers get to say shit
I wont sue you, but that's the
I was a grown ass man when you was 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 so well

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

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

You how we ride
I got love for all niggaz the EastSide
It was me, Ant Banks and B
All we need to do is my nigga 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, West coast ride out,

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

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