Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

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

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

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

But if you do, I'm gonna tell you
Trues and vogues ain't shit
roll so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch 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 some, I'll say it doesn't concern me
Ronald Reagan up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"

I said, what are you doin' in the White
If you're not sellin'
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know spit that game
Like one night, she to my house, and gave me a blow job
She my dick, up and down, like 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 just like
Dr. J played basketball

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

It started on a bright in 1987
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 my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true

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

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

Cold as hell, the town I'm
last too long when you're fakin' the funk
I'm the master rapper, so
my hand when I want my freak

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

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

He's a sucker MC, I call him
Tryin' to that rap, you can scratch that junk
You little boy, wouldn't listen to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm 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 sweat it 'cause you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you fall down
Gettin' by the hound from east Oaktown

And the look in your face when you're 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 you're swearin' up and down that you're killin' 'em
There's 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 don't
I just don't stop mackin', don't stop
stop rappin' now you see what happens

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

Never even of Too $hort baby
Hit Oakland in
Singin' mo' raps a rap could rhyme
Tellin' MC's don't waste my time

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

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

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

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

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

If you get out and you're mad as hell
Say bitch, now make it sound for
I'ma tear up, if I get the chance
I could give a fuck less if you're hole dance
See I'm a big mack now, I'm so
I was born and raised in the Golden

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

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

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

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

I'm the coldest MC on a microphone
Like a 357 pointed at your
I got cap for cap, you never
So fresh with cusswords

shit, fuckin' 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
Motherfuckin' shit, ass hoe
Cusswords, just quit
you damn shithead bitch

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