Luyện nghe bài hát These Are the Tales

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

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

I had a record player on my
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 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 hole tryin' to ball without

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

In '83 you hit a house
A dolla' get you in and a dolla' fo' a
I'm on the turntable get-right
And at mid-night be rappin' on the mic

I did the same thang, for the next two
That's why they say my name, when I through here
I was Sixteen, I want'd to be a mack
I went to Fremont with Lil' D and Black

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

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

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

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

Real player-ism and that's no
Snort a lot of coke with that like to smoke
I was makin' records but makin' money
You can take it seriously or you can it's funny

By '87, I was on my own, started Music
And I made the song "These are the tales, the tales"
No or video 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 it safe
But I mackin' hard since eighty-eight
And from eighty-nine to
I was rappin' on the mic talkin' shit about a

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

And bitches just love my dirty
When I see you again cuss 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 playin' in the park nigga

These are the
These are the that I tell so well
are the tales
These are the tales 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 guest appeared on 47
Fuck and fuck Calvin

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

You how we ride
I got for all niggaz from the EastSide
It was me, Ant Banks and 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 said it's back on
Let's get this money, down South
East coast, coast ride out, biatch

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

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