Luyện nghe bài hát Dead or Alive

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

It's incredible, I came back to
I let 'em bury me without my mic
I breathing, don't stop that breath
Now everybody's talking about Too death
Am I a zombie, or close?
I'm not Casper, I all the ghosts
Oaktown style is the way
I a new freak every day

It's not the Yellow Road
It's called the 'Foothill
Stand on toes, make your heels go click
Three times, no place like home
So why you wanna bury me all
I a new meaning to underground rap
Dead or Alive, I'm still to Mack
Always on the pop charts, straight
I'm not dead, I'm just

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

The whole family's got the Too blues
I heard it night on the evening news"
And that's bad, it's not even
I my momma like 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 toss me
Even if she don't serving a pimp
I'm still living, so do it again
I keep rapping, hard as
your rumors make my records sell
If you continue, soon be rich
Riding town going bitch!

always say, "Too Short can't rap"
Now I drive a Benz and my is fat
It's crap, put a 'C' on a rhyme
nothing left homie but a scandalous crime
I'm the best rapper you could ever hate
Say I died on the freeway in the
Say I'm washed up, say I'm
But the fact still stands I'm better you

You got rhymes? Well I got
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 like me, he wouldn't to be
on the mic like my boy MC
It don't stop, to the beat
I know you like with a real big freak

I can't dance, but I sure can
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, fresh paint
Now I'm doing things that the can't
If I was dead, they'd call it Man's 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 bury me my mic
I a new meaning, to underground rap
Dead or alive, I'm still to Mack
I say, "What's up" to my homies in Rita

about now I know you need a
Too Short to get you through the day
style is the only way
I came up, and now I've
To rock this mic till I no more
And that's game, straight pop the
MC rapper the West Coast

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