Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can call me Too, say it twice
get me real 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 morning in 1987
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all sucked by a bitch named Helen
bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you it's true

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

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

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

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

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

He's a sucker MC, I him punk
to spit that rap, you can scratch that 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 push you
Good couldn't find you in a four leaf clover

If I said a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I even sweat it 'cause you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might down
Gettin' clowned by the hound east Oaktown

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

I understood one word you said
But you're swearin' up and down that you're killin' 'em
There's only one thing, I wanted to
Sucker motherfucker, the joke?

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

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

Never even of Too $hort baby
Hit in 1980
Singin' mo' raps a rap could rhyme
Tellin' sucker don't waste my time

There's a girl I know her is Betty
Straight to the head rock it steady
She's so she'll juice you up
All the home boys 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 you what I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank roller and a cold, cold

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

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

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

me T O O, if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some
Big bank, now make 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 took the cake, the rake
Too $hort damn sure ain't fake

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

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

'Cause I'm the MC on a microphone
a 357 pointed at your dome
I got cap for cap, you heard
So fresh again with

Motherfuckin' shit, with me
a skank bitch and a sucker MC
All you got the claps
And fuck you punk 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 stop
And it don't stop, and it stop, bitch
out my style