Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you thought
I was gonna my style?
So are you saying Todd?

To all you bitches, hoes, and all that
Here's another rap I'm ready to spit
It goes like this, my name is
I'm shit up like never before

Pimp slaps, makin'
Cold cash and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California where I'm from
The where the boys say you don't want none

But if you do, I'm tell you this
Trues and vogues ain't shit
Wanna roll so hard, all of the
You and that playin' Too $hort rhymes

If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say about that money
But if you ask me, could you have some, say it doesn't concern me
Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you the answer
To the U.S. economy and a for cancer?"

I said, are you doin' in the White House
If not sellin' cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I she'll spit that game
one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job
She licked my dick, up and down, it was corn on the cob

What is life? Life is Too
I play the bitches like a sport
Yeah, I'll play the just like y'all
Like Dr. J basketball

You can me Too, don't say it twice
You'll get me real mad and fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm polite
Too $hort, Too $hort, say it tonight, bitch

It started on a bright morning in
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, the world, I wrote this rhyme for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm you bitch it's true

So much death in the streets
Am I gonna live till week?
Will I get shot by a dope
Tryin' to get high, tryin' to my ring

I can't say, 'cause I don't know why
People out here droppin' like flies
I used to see a home boy five
Now I say, "Man, you're alive?"

as hell, the town I'm from
Won't last too long when you're fakin' the
I'm the rapper, so unique
my hand when I want my freak

You can't deny it, you I'm right
I any rapper out when I'm on the mic
And I won't back, or relax
Till he I'm the best at the MC rap

Till he Too $hort, set the track
They got him up in my serious cap
Motherfucker spit straight game on the mic
he's worse than a fag or a Frisco dike

He's a MC, I call him punk
Tryin' to spit rap, you can scratch that junk
You punk-ass boy, wouldn't listen to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you MC's
To the end of the world and you over
Good luck couldn't find you in a four leaf

If I ever said a rap, to cap on you
I wouldn't even sweat it you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might down
Gettin' clowned by the hound from Oaktown

And the look in face when you're lickin' that tooth
Could make a grown man die, at you
'Cause you're a, no rappin', no
Played out fake ass Simple

I never understood one you said
But you're swearin' up and down that killin' 'em dead
only one thing, I wanted to know
Sucker motherfucker, where's the

I'm the player of players, just me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I stop
I just don't stop mackin', don't cappin'
Don't rappin' now you see what happens

mind is gone, your crew just cut
Sucker MC I'll you what
rhymes are weak, your rap the same
And when it comes to game, you are

even heard of Too $hort baby
Hit Oakland in
Singin' mo' raps a rap could rhyme
Tellin' sucker MC's don't waste my

There's a girl I her name is Betty
to the head just rock it steady
She's so freaky she'll you up
All the home just can't get enough

a Ph.D., don't even stop
In the back that goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, won't say black
the kind of girl that make your knees go crack

Feel the beat, with me
Let me tell you I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank roller and a cold, capper

Hey baby, I got this
It's not gonna stop the end of time
rock and roll I'll play that song
To the beat all day and all night

So liten up, to I'm sayin'
I'm a mack, bitch I ain't playin'
To all the home boys doin' in the pen
Gonna rock this beat for you once

If you can't get out and you're mad as
Say bitch, now it sound for real
I'ma shit up, if I get the chance
I give a fuck less if you're hole don't dance
See I'm a big mack now, I'm so
I was born and in the Golden State

me T O O, if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some
Big bank, now just make me
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me

out my style, baby I don't quit
I heard this say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, fucked the
Too $hort baby damn sure fake

But the sucker MC's are screamin'
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, shut mouth
How can you talk about me, and call me
When your father smokes and you mother's a freak

So I keep on rappin', if nothin'
Keep your jealous thoughts to
and bitch, he's a MC right
Ain't sayin' nothin' but holdin' the mic
Fuck with me, and boy doomed
I send a trick a hoe to the motel room

'Cause I'm the coldest MC on a
a 357 pointed at your dome
I got cap for cap, you heard
So fresh again with

Motherfuckin' shit, with me
Fuck a bitch and a sucker MC
All you got the claps
And you punk 'cause you still can't rap

Cusswords, let 'em know
shit, goddamn ass hoe
Cusswords, just don't
Motherfuck you shithead bitch

Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stop
And it don't stop, and it won't stop,
out my style