Luyện nghe bài hát That's Why

Yeah, we real on this album y'all
You know I'm hearin' all rumors out here 'bout
They ran Dogg up outta East Oakland
Nigga to Atlanta, ain't got no mo' love in the town
I got much in Oakland y'all
You what I'm sayin' I been doin this shit fo' years
So I'm a tell it to you like it happened, bitch

I don't stop rappin', ever since the first day
I grabbed the microphone, a funky ass tape
I had sixteen hoes, ten toes
Game from the "O", an' any real pimp
The only love hoes get is what paid fo'
Gimme my scratch, what the fuck I'm a stay
I gotta make moves bitch, stack G's
From the whole to my fax machine

I got money in from everywhere
From New to L.A., to the mutha fuckin' Bay, it's true
I'm the man G, I'm underground 106 ban me
All on the air sayin' they fuck wit me no mo'
I go wit rap like K-P-O-O
From the first time I grabbed the mic
Niggaz burner, ready to fight
I don't promote violence, I'm from Oakland where the real it

You might get killed or make a mill ticket
Move down South the town is wild
Now the radio wanna clown my style
I raised too many rappers you
Ask 'em who they up on, Too $hort
all that black ball shit, it won't last
K M E L, can kiss my ass

That's why the got rid 'o $hort
That's why the got rid 'o $hort

It all started when C and H
Went to T, B, tryin' to hate
I flipped a new Lexus, 93
Joda Balls called me up, said, "Ya to me"
He said, "I you an' Ryan got the cash an' split it
If I don't get my cut, you fuckaz gonna get it"
It was thirteen G's, all mine, give Teddy Gram one dime
Now listen real close 'cuz it might be to follow

Chris told Ted it was fifty thousand
Shit sound an' it is
But that's how it when you in show biz
Niggaz fallin' out, should be makin'
Instead of studios, we lawyers in buildings
Then we stop speakin', shit got
I don't give a fuck, muthafucka get my
I never been a hoe, you can't pimp me

I do all the work while you me
I tried to buy him out but about then
They let the lions out, niggaz start eatin' that up
You shoulda never
I'm always on this money mission
Sold a car an' a truck in fo' that Lex
Jock me five an' I was rollin' that bitch

That's why the got rid 'o $hort
(Don't believe you hear, nigga)
why the town got rid 'o $hort

I went to the freak-nik, turned me out
Came back fo' Jack the
Bought me a house, was August '93, time to dip
I hade in the town an' I was hot as shit
Everytime I got stopped, nigga to jail
Treat me bad 'cuz I was hangin' wit
I wanted to buy me a in the Oakland Hills
Nice somethin' fo' a half a mill

That's was right around the time Chris Dru down
The luniz through an' them tricks got clowned
Rappin' Ron tore 'em up on the tip
An' niggaz ran nobody outta shit
they put it on the town, shit got real
When you was in the fourth grade I had a record
You got one hit now you ballin'
You make one fake album, be fallin'

An' shit don't apply to me present or past
You can meet me at the mall an' get my
Or you can flash back, if you can do all
Me Fred Benz an' Craps
Smokin' burner upstairs in hot lips
been fifteen years an' I ain't played out
They playin' Too $hort steppin' on a pedal
Back in the K M E L played heavy metal

That's why the town got rid 'o
why the town got rid 'o $hort

Niggaz shootin' at the studio late at
Seen a Charokee, started shootin' at
At the E-40 picnic out in the
Niggaz gather 'round fo' some shit to
They had wit my name but we never got to me
See me sucka mutha fucka at the street
It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a clip
One in the chamber an' it T.B.
Still tryin' to be my
I could my life or give my money to him
I'd rather die you use me
I tried to buy him out, the sued me

An' that's where it right now y'all
Fo' the fuckaz that don't know
Like the notorious say, "If you know, now you know"