Luyện nghe bài hát These Are the Tales

These are the
These are the tales that I tell so
(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 1980 I wrote my rhyme
I like to a lot of game
But back then, I was just sayin' my

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

In 1981, that's where it all
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 Freddy
Dipped the sermon sticks then we smoked them
we rapped about the bitches and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole tryin' to without vogues

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

In '83 you hit a party
A dolla' get you in and a fo' a drink
I'm on the turntable smokin'
And at I'll be rappin' on the mic

I did the same thang, for the two years
why they say my name, when I come through here
When I was Sixteen, I to be a mack
I went to Fremont High Lil' 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 rock Caddies
Goin' on them make them ho's call me daddy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And bitches just my dirty mouth
I see you again I'ma cuss you out, biatch!
That's my gift, now all you rappers get to say that
I wont sue you, but the trademark
I was a grown ass man when you was playin' in the park lil'

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

Now I'm in I still love the O
I gave you my bitch but you can't my flow
I guest appeared on 47
Fuck McDonald and Calvin

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

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

We used to be on Murdel Street makin' funky
If you see him tell him Short it's back on
Let's get this money, midwest 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 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 have Too bitch, trick)