Luyện nghe bài hát Dead or Alive

I heard was a rumor Too Short was dead
in the house and got shot in the head
I know you don't believe it, if you do you're
How can I die and rock it all night
I'm Too Short baby, spit rap
I put Oakland, on the map
It's so hard, got you telling
Can't me back so you say I died

It's incredible, I came to life
I never let 'em bury me my mic
I keep breathing, stop that breath
Now talking about Too $hort's death
Am I a zombie, or something
I'm not Casper, I mack all the
Oaktown style is the way
I catch a new freak day

It's not the Brick Road
It's the 'Foothill Strip'
Stand on toes, make your heels go click
times, it's no place like home
So why you wanna bury me all
I bring a new to underground rap
Dead or Alive, I'm Born to Mack
Always on the pop charts, straight
I'm not dead, I'm macking

So as the word turns, I'm a living
I even heard a rumor that I
I'm not a of something old
Like King Tut I was in gold
Why you wanna cry I'm still living?
Word got out and the rumors spreading
My momma, one night
Said, "Todd, are you all

The family's got the Too Short blues
I it last night on the evening news"
And that's bad, it's not true
I told my momma this, "Let's sue"
So many times, I heard I
I guess I'm like a cat and I got nine
I'm the P L A Y E R
I lay bunnies, like Hugh

I'm her flavor, kinda
I lay back and let the young freak me
Even if she like serving a pimp
I'm living, so let's do it again
I keep rapping, hard as
your rumors make my records sell
If you continue, I'll soon be
Riding town going bitch!

People say, "Too Short can't rap"
Now I drive a Benz and my is fat
It's like crap, put a 'C' on a
Ain't nothing homie but a scandalous crime
I'm the best damn rapper you ever hate
Say I on the freeway in the earthquake
Say I'm washed up, say I'm
But the fact stands I'm better than you

You got rhymes? I got more
I you on a trip to my rappin' store
You rhymes and raps, poems and caps
Way more than any rapper could rap
'Cause if you rap me, he wouldn't have to be
Weak on the mic my boy MC
It don't stop, to the funky
I know you like dancing with a big freak

I can't dance, but I can rhyme
I a million, in '89
And if you didn't know baby, it's the now
Old Dog got a new breakdown
I went to Miko's, candy paint
Now I'm doing things that the can't
If I was dead, they'd call it 'Dead Rap'
But on the real, Dog is back

Funk funky, off the
I'm living, so let's do it again
incredible, even if I die
I never let 'em me without my mic
I a new meaning, to underground rap
Dead or alive, I'm still Born to
I say, "What's up" to my homies in Rita

Right about now I you need a
Too rhyme to get you through the day
style is the only way
I came up, and now I've
To this mic till I can't no more
And that's game, straight pop the
MC rapper from the Coast

Too Short, dead or
I still chill on the
'Cause I remember how it all
House in East Oakland
Now on the pop charts, still rapping
I'm not dead, I'm macking