Luyện nghe bài hát These Are the Tales

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

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
in my pocket's all I ever need

It was me, B and Freddy Brack
Dipped the sermon sticks then we them phat
While we rapped about the 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 puttin' in work,

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

I did the same thang, for the next two
why they say my name, when I come through here
When I was Sixteen, I to be a mack
I went to High with Lil' D and Black

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

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

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

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

Real player-ism and that's no
Snort a lot of coke ho's that like to smoke
I was makin' but wasn't 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 radio or video or CD
Six in a row, Ice Cube and Cool J
Who else did that shit? Short Dog the Bay

ho's 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 about a

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

And bitches just love my mouth
When I see you again I'ma you out, biatch!
That's my gift, now all you rappers get to say shit
I sue you, but that's the trademark
I was a grown ass man you was playin' in the park lil' 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 have my
I guest on 47 albums
Fuck and fuck Calvin

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

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

We used to be on Street makin' funky songs
If you see him him Short said it's back on
Let's get this money, down South
East coast, West 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 regular ass niggas)
These are the tales I tell so well
(You finally get to have Too bitch, trick)