Luyện nghe bài hát That's Why

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

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

I got money comin' in everywhere
From New York to L.A., to the mutha 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
smokin' burner, ready to fight
I don't promote violence, I'm from Oakland the real kick it

You might get killed nigga or a mill ticket
Move down South 'cuz the town is
Now the jocks wanna clown my style
I raised too rappers you support
Ask 'em who grew up on, Too $hort
Fuck all that black ball shit, it last
K M E L, y'all can my ass

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

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

Chris told Ted it was fifty dollaz
sound petty an' it is
But that's how it goes you in show biz
Niggaz fallin' out, be makin' millions
Instead of studios, we seein' lawyers in
Then we speakin', shit got funky
I don't a fuck, muthafucka get my money
I ain't never been a hoe, you can't me

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

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

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

That's was right the time Chris hooked Dru down
The came through an' them tricks got clowned
Ron tore 'em up on the freestyle tip
An' ain't ran nobody outta shit
Then put it on the town, shit got real
When you was in the grade I had a record deal
You got one hit record now you
You make one fake album, be fallin'

An' that shit don't 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 Benz an' Freddy Craps
Smokin' burner in hot lips house
It's fifteen years an' I ain't played out
They playin' Too $hort steppin' on a pedal
Back in the days K M E L played heavy

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

shootin' at the studio late at night
Seen a Charokee, started at Spice
At the E-40 picnic out in the
Niggaz 'round fo' some shit to start
They had bullets wit my but we never got to me
See me sucka mutha fucka shootin' at the
It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a clip
One in the chamber an' it T.B.
Still to be my pimp
I could lose my life or give my 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 mutha fuckaz don't know
Like the notorious say, "If you know, now you know"