Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you thought
I was change my style?
So what are you Todd?

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

Pimp slaps, snaps
cash money and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's I'm from
The city where the say you don't want none

But if you do, I'm gonna you this
Trues and vogues really shit
Wanna so hard, all of the time
You and bitch playin' Too $hort rhymes

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

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

is life? Life is Too $hort
I play the bitches like it's a
Yeah, I'll play the bitches like y'all
Dr. J played basketball

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

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

So much death in the Oakland
Am I live till next week?
Will I get by a dope fiend
to get high, tryin' to steal my ring

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

Cold as hell, the I'm from
Won't last too long when fakin' the funk
I'm the rapper, so unique
Clap my when I want my freak

You can't it, you know I'm right
I turn any rapper out I'm on the mic
And I won't kick back, or
Till he knows I'm the at the MC rap

Till he Too $hort, set the track
got him caught up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't spit straight on the mic
'Cause he's worse a fag or a Frisco dike

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

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

And the look in your face you're lickin' that tooth
Could a grown man die, laughin' at you
'Cause a, no rappin', no rhymin'
Played out fake ass Simon

I never understood one word you
But swearin' up and down that you're killin' 'em dead
There's only one thing, I wanted to
motherfucker, where's the joke?

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

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

Never even heard of Too baby
Hit Oakland in
Singin' mo' raps than a rap could
sucker MC's don't waste my time

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

She's a Ph.D., even stop
In the back like goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, won't say black
She's the kind of girl that 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 and a cold, cold capper

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

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

If you get out and you're mad as hell
Say bitch, now make it for real
tear shit up, if I get the chance
I could give a fuck less if you're hole don't
See I'm a big mack now, I'm so
I was born and raised in the State

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

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

But the sucker are screamin' loud
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, shut your
How can you talk about me, and me weak
When your father coke and you mother's a freak

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

'Cause I'm the coldest MC on a
Like a 357 at your dome
I got cap for cap, you never
So fresh again with

Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' me
Fuck a skank bitch and a MC
All you bastards got the
And fuck you 'cause you still can't rap

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

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