Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

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

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

slaps, makin' snaps
Cold cash money and Too $hort
Oakland, that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you want none

But if you do, I'm gonna you this
Trues and ain't really shit
roll so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch playin' Too $hort

If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say it's about money
But if you ask me, could you have some, I'll say it concern me
Ronald came 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 House
If not sellin' cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that
Like one night, she came to my house, and me a blow job
She licked my dick, up and down, like it was on the cob

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

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

It started on a bright in 1987
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch Helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's

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

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

Cold as hell, the town I'm
Won't last too long you're fakin' the funk
I'm the master rapper, so
Clap my hand I want my freak

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

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

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

If I ever a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't even sweat it 'cause 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 make a man die, laughin' at you
'Cause a, no rappin', no rhymin'
out fake ass Simple Simon

I never one word you said
But you're swearin' up and that you're 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 don't
I just don't stop mackin', don't cappin'
Don't stop rappin' now you see happens

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

even heard of Too $hort baby
Hit in 1980
Singin' mo' than a rap could rhyme
Tellin' sucker MC's don't my time

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

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

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

So up, to what I'm sayin'
I'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I playin'
To all the boys doin' time in the pen
Gonna rock this beat for you once

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

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

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

But the sucker are screamin' loud
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 jealous thoughts to yourself
Bitch and bitch, a MC right
Ain't sayin' nothin' but holdin' the mic
Fuck me, and boy you're doomed
I send a with a hoe to the motel room

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

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

Cusswords, just let 'em
Motherfuckin' shit, ass hoe
Cusswords, just quit
Motherfuck you shithead bitch

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